The Hogs Loved It...

So after school yesterday I met up with Daniel before I headed home. It was about 4:30 and he said he was starving and asked if I planned on making dinner. He told me he'd be home around 6:30-7:00ish which gave me plenty of time so I told him yes, I'd have plenty of time to make something. So I, being the thoughtful wife that I am, decided I would try and make him something Peruvian because he loves Peruvian food and I just never make it. So I boiled this pot of chicken, corn, potatoes, carrots and onions with an interesting array of seasonings, along with rice, "papas fritas" (french fries) and a fried egg to top it off. Well, in my defense - Daniel didn't get home until 8:30 (the trailor pulling his bobcat got a flat, he had to unload the bobcat, temporarily fix the tire, swap out another trailor, drive back to get the bobcat - it was a disaster for the poor hungry man) so the "stew" reduced quite a bit in the extra hour and a half. When he got home, I dished up his plate - it didn't look that bad - but as I awaited his response I knew it was disasterous. His reply... "It tastes a little bit like soap." Ouch. I made an emergency run to Dairy Queen for some real food, all the while feeling like a total failure in the kitchen. I just cannot do Peruvian! Daniel was as sweet as could be about it, though, and complimented me for my thoughtful efforts. When I saw him after school today I asked him if he still loved me even if I couldn't cook Peruvian and he enthusiastically replied "Of course I do... but the hogs loved it!"