An Abomination in the Sight of the Lord.

I've mentioned that I usually take recipes not as road maps to be strictly adhered to, but as suggestions, pointing a general direction toward a goal. Today, for some odd reason, I got it into my head that I was going to make Bourbon Chicken for dinner...a dish I've never prepared before. I looked at a bunch of recipes and sort of picked and chose which seasonings and the amounts that were actually necessary to make the sauce right.

I picked and chose wrong.

Currently congealing in a pan in the kitchen is the most vile creation ever to be produced in my kitchen. (I miss every now and then, but the completely inedible meal is a rarity.)

There are two saving graces.

1.) I hadn't gotten to the point of adding the chicken yet, so I can still figure out some way to save that.

2.) I didn't use the entire 1/2 pint of bourbon in the sauce, so I'm having the remainder on the rocks right now. (Though to be honest, this is tempered by the fact that I didn't buy Jack Daniels on the rationalization that I shouldn't waste the good stuff on cooking.)

Edited to Add: And then I fucked up the chicken. No, really.