I fancy myself as a pretty solid cook..well, at least until the other night. We had an out of town guest come over for supper. Wifey decides to make a shrimp scampi-type dish served over noodles.
Like a good hubby, I offer to help. The Scampi called out for the grated rind of a lemon, and the juice of one lemon
Yours truly dutifully cut the lemon in half, and squeezed the juice out, then grated the entire outside of the lemon, not realizing that the "rind" is only the part between the fruit, and the outer skin. There's a reason for that, as I/we found out.
Wifey makes the dish, and we all set down to eat. Holy shit, the dish tasted like someone poured a cup of quinine into the scampi sauce. Meal ruined. Wifey couldnt eat it, guest ate about
1⁄
2 of it (and that says a lot, as he's a soldier that had just returned from 1 year of eating shit food in Afghanistan). I managed to choke mine down, but man, I was tasting the bitterness for about 3 hours after I had finished the meal. Daughter would have nothing to do with it.
Lesson learned, the rind of a fruit does not include the outside skin