So the other day I cooked dinner, a stir-fry with various separate ingredients that I intended to bind together by simmering in tomato sauce. However, I hadn't paid enough attention to what I had on hand, and the can of tomato sauce turned out to be a can of cut tomatoes in water. The result was a fairly bland soppy mess.
Each ingredient (wieners, broccoli, bacon, tofu, eringi mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, the tomatoes, etc.) tasted okay on its own, but it felt disconnected and haphazard, and overall was a disappointment. As we ate I explained to 8½-year-old Anthony what my intentions had been, and when I noted the un-unified thrown-together result, he said, without the slightest hint of malice, “yeah, like pig food”.
(I couldn't help but laugh despite the overwhelming desire to cry at the veracity of the statement. Fumie said that she thought it was a “Veggie Festival” (野菜祭り), but I think she was just trying to make me feel better.)