I am discovering as I become less picky, that picky eaters make life really difficult! I mean, I always knew that I was making it hard on other people, but I guess I never realized just how hard. I have some pretty picky friends who I occasionally cook for when we all get together. Coming up with something that will make everyone happy is sometimes almost impossible! It really is no wonder that the hostess for our weekly get togethers usually ends up making some kind of pasta dish. Its simple and most people will eat it. (And seriously, hats off to her! She spends her time and money to feed us all nearly every week, and she does a good job of it!)
I'm making dinner tonight for these friends, and coming up with a dinner plan was pretty dang stressful! I still don't know if what I am making is something that people will eat. I decided on a pulled jerk chicken with a side of sweet potato oven fries. I'm thinking about adding a few regular potatoes...just in case. I know bbq pulled meat is more traditional, but I'm not a fan of bbq sauce, and Jerk is one of my favorite flavor combos. That sweet mixed with a little heat...yum! I really hope people will enjoy it. If it turns out well, maybe I'll post the recipe. I'm nervous though. I'm sure I'll like it, and I think my boyfriend will like it, but I'm not so sure about the rest of them. I feel bad when I make something that people don't like. I know what it is like to sit at a table and panic because the food is something you aren't used to, and you don't want to offend the cook. Bleh...so many years of stressing people out because I was coming to dinner...I don't want to be like that anymore! I know I still am to an extent, but I'm determined to eventually become the kind of person who no one would label "a picky eater."
Edited to add:
YUCK! My jerk chicken was HORRIBLE. Like, epic fail. I guess I put in too much marinade and cooked the shredded chicken too long...or something. It turned into something that resembled vomit. The chicken disintegrated! It was so bad, we ended up ordering pizza. How embarrassing! At least my dessert turned out good. Most people seemed to really like it. I know I sure did.