This dish looks great. Tastes like rancid olive oil and the Atlantic Ocean with added salt.

I didn't know about the pot luck until yesterday. Plans apparently got moved up. Last I heard (last Wednesday) the pot luck (for a doctor who is leaving) was planned for Friday. I don't work at that clinic on Fridays so donated for a gift and told some one to sign my name on the card when it came around. I had private clients last night and tonight, so no time to think or shop. I had already bought the potatoes, garbanzos and red onion for a pot luck I am hosting on this coming Sunday, had not given a thought to how long the olive oil had been in hanging around, and have a garden full of fresh basil and oregano. I wasn't about to go out and try to harvest in the moonlight, then mince enough of both to make 1/4 cup of each - I always figure on doubling the quantity of such herbs if using fresh herbs. 1/4 cup of fresh, minced oregano is a lot of fresh oregano. And the basil is flowering and looking quite scraggly - would have taken a lot of picking through = time. And stripping leaves from stems then mincing fresh herbs like oregano in that quantity is time consuming.

Having said all that, here I am, on Mudcat, after 11:00 with the alarm going off at 5 am. Should say that is not how I wanted to spend my time, eh?

What pisses me off is that I could not, by force of will, make bad ingredients work, and I pretty knew that, but did not want to accept it. Delusions of being a master of the universe?