Disaster Dinner

Ok, so I have really been trying to be a good wife and make dinner every night. In my single college days, dinner for me consisted of something like a cheese quesadilla or a pb&j. They were easy to make and I didn't have to take up much time in the kitchen. (Or do too many dishes). But after getting married, I decided that Jon needed a little more substance than that. So I have been looking through my cookbooks and trying out new recipes. Up until last night, they have worked out pretty well. I have made fettuccine alfredo, baked mac and cheese, Greek salad, lettuce wraps, and various other yummy things. For the most part, they have all been really good.
But much to my dismay, and Jon's, this streak of good food ended last night with baked bbq chicken. I had found the recipe the other day and was so excited to try it. Jon called me on the way home from work saying he was starving. Perfect, I have bbq chicken in the oven and it's almost done. It smelled delicious and we sat down to eat. Jon took a bite and his face turned bright red. He grabbed for my milk and drank half the glass. I thought he was just exaggerating so I took a big bite. It was honestly the spiciest thing that I have ever put in my mouth.
I ran through the list of ingredients trying to figure out what could have caused this. Then it came to me. The chili sauce! I guess that the spicy Asian sauce from the lettuce rolls was not what the recipe had meant when it said bottled chili sauce.
I felt so bad for almost burning our esophaguses. Good thing I had those yummy "lava baby cakes" ready to put in the oven. Last time I had made them, they were just like on the cruise. Delicious! I pulled out the filling feeling a little better about the night. But much to my dismay, that didn't look anything like it had the first time I had made it. Last time, the chocolate filling mixture had set up nicely in the fridge and I had rolled it into balls. This time, it was still soft after an hour. I plopped the mixture into the custard dishes and put it in the oven anyways, determined to redeem myself. Much to my surprise, it actually turned out ok. Lesson learned: use the right kind of chili sauce.