Beer gut

I have been so good with my diet. At home, I adapt recepies to work around flour or eliminate ingredients that might cause a reaction. I cook often, trying lots of new menus that revolve around fresh fruits, vegetables and spices. I have a 1000 and 1 ways to cook chicken. So when I wanted to try this new cuban pork chop receipe, I was confident I could adapt and still enjoy a fine meal.

I did great. I replaced the three tablespoons of flour for cornstarch to thicken the sauce. I use an organic chicken broth (MSG free!) to add flavor. As that simmered, I broiled some chops, replete with olive oil and rubbed with cracked black pepper.

As I waited for the chops to cool before slicing, I added the final dash to my sauce -- one cup of the finest local wheat beer. I dumped it in.

Wait for it....

Motherfu---!

Wheat beer. Guess what. I can't eat wheat. I can't drink beer. I can't eat this dinner I just spent 40 minutes making.

Lucikly I hadn't dumped in the sliced meat so I saved a chop for myself and finished dinner for the family.

Sometimes it really sucks being an idiot.