When I was little my Grandpa called soy sauce 'Bug Juice'. Why? He felt that if you squished a bunch of bugs, that's what it would look like. Naturally, this made all of us laugh hysterically. "Bug juice! Grandpa wants bug juice!"
Tonight for dinner I planned on making teriyaki chicken. After getting started, I realized I was out of teriyaki sauce. I hate that, don't you? When you start making a dinner only to find half way through that you don't have all the ingredients? No? Just me? I'm the only one who forgets to check? Moving on.. so in my panic I think, "Ok, I can add some onions and ginger...maybe some garlic? Still give it an asian flare.." Whilst looking in the fridge I spot some soy sauce. Bam! I can use that! Ahhh, even better - I'll call it bug juice and my kids will think it's hilarious and eat every bite of their dinner.
So I finish up and it smells really good, I toss some bug juice on the top and bring it to my boys. I tell them the story of 'bug juice' and they laaaaauuuugh and think it's so funny. In my proud mommy moment I decide to call this dinner 'Bug Juice Chicken' and we'll eat it all the time because it will be so good, blah blah blah. We all take a bite... and it's nasty. I mean, it was fine? But nothing noteworthy. I mean, the whole thing didn't make ANY sense. Dinner fail. We scrapped it and I made sandwiches.
I still want to master 'Bug Juice Chicken', I just don't want it to taste like bug juice.