The Skillet vs The Bad Recipe

Ok, so, maybe the skillet doesn't make me cook better. Last night's dinner was blehhhhhh. I mean, it cooked well (that skillet knows who's boss), it just tasted boring. It was a recipe I found in an old dieting cookbook from the 90s. It's called Fiesta Chicken, but seriously, if I showed up to a fiesta that was that boring, I'd turn around and go home.

At least it looks pretty.  I'll spare you the recipe - unless of course you ask for it.

Oh, and if I'm scoring the match, I'd call it a draw. Perfect cooking, less-than perfect taste.