An important lesson I've learned is that not all Chicken Marsala you get in various Italian restaurants is the same. I've had great Chicken Marsala off a hot grill, the mushromms simmered and in the tasty sauce with the alcohol burned off in the cooking and I've had it with soggy chicken, uncooked hunks of mushrooms and what tasted like wine simply poured in at the end, along with the uncooked mushrooms. Bleech. That was nasty and so I'm in search of a good recipe that tastes more like the first experience than the second. Humm, I don't even know if Olive Garden has a Chicken Marsala or not so I'll have to take a peek at their menu when I get around to it. And I wonder of course if the first one I liked was the not good one and the second version I didn't like was supposed to be the better version. My ignorance of what is proper has to take a backseat to my own sense of taste in this one.
Not a day goes by that I take a shower and don't remember hair painting. When those tangled strands find their way into my hands while rinsing I put them up on the shower tile and find another day that I haven't forgotten.
Posted by gilbert davis
at 12:40 AM EDT
