Mission: Make Lamb Taste Like Liver

Once again, I have succeeded where Julia Child would have failed. Warping a recipe beyond recognition, in a way in which alchemists wish could be reproduced in chemistry, I managed to distort and extend a dinner with friends such that every last one of them spent the entire evening in the kitchen nursing my culinary disaster-to-be.

Because that's what friends are for. Comments upon eating the main course, Mongolian-style Lamb (with a garnish of chilli peppers and onion) and Chinese Stir-Fried Beans:

Friend 1 (-r2): (pause) The chilli pepper garnish is tasty!
Friend 2: (pause) The beans are good.
Friend 3: The lamb is interesting!
Friend 4: Can I have more soup?

How sad is it when one's garnish is more interesting than the main production? (rhetorical question)

I felt Bridget Jones' "Blue Soup" pain. Or joy. What are friends for, if not to laugh over my culinary lack of distinction. Or positive distinction. :)

Okay, friends are for sharing life, and making it a swell place to be at. :) And my friends, present or not that evening, do exactly that. I'm bluddy lucky, really.

SO. Thank you :)