I’m a bad daughter-in-law…evil…
We had the ILs over for Easter lunch. We had invited 2 other families to come over also, but they ended up not making it, so it was just B, me, and the ‘rents (as I call them).
We BBQ’d, my favorite thing to do in spring…of course, spring wasn’t really here on Easter, but whatever. B and I make a great team for grilling…I marinade the meat, and he cooks it. On Easter, we had chicken, sausage, and rib-eye steaks. The sausage we just threw on the grill, and I marinated the steak in garlic, soy sauce, olive oil, brown sugar, and ginger.
All good so far.
I marinated the chicken the way I always do. B likes it. I like it…everyone always likes it. I used the same ingredients as the steak plus one more…beer. I used the very last bottle of beer we had in the house for the chicken. And man, was that chicken good.
So good that MIL and FIL couldn’t stop talking about it. They mentioned how moist it was, how great the flavor was…and then they asked what was in it.
That’s when I froze…and then I almost busted out laughing…but I held it in and rattled off the ingredients above…minus the beer.
You see, ILs are tea-totalers…they have NEVER EVER tasted alcohol of any kind. MIL says that the wine mentioned in the Bible was actually just grape juice…it wasn’t fermented, but they just called it wine anyway. In fact, when we were first married, B would hide all the alcohol when they came to visit. He’s loosened up a bit since then (I mean, we ARE adults), but we definitely don’t flaunt it in front of them, and I would never have a glass of wine while they’re over…but there are unopened bottles of wine in the wine rack.
I have no idea what they would have said or done if they knew there was beer in the marinade. Granted, it cooked out, and there was no alcohol (man, can you imagine if MIL would have gotten tipsy – I’d like to see that!). SIL thinks they would have freaked out…she’s probably right.
I wish I could tell them…because there’s nothing wrong with it. They loved the chicken, they didn’t get intoxicated, they didn’t even actually end up consuming any alcohol…since it cooked out.
But, I sure got a kick out of it. I didn’t really do it on purpose…I mean, I did, because that’s how I make my chicken, but I wasn’t trying to trick them or make fun of them….well, maybe a little deep deep down, but not really….I’m such a bad daughter-in-law…