Well, it took a while - and along the way there were a few more kitchen mishaps.
*chocolate chip cookies where the chocolate chips were taller than the cookie.
* rolls that were inedible, thrown out and are probably still sitting on the side of a mountain across the fence from the house we lived in 25 years ago.
*The pound cake that went rogue even though I've made it at least 100 times. And yes, that's what it looked like when I took it out of the oven
I'm still perplexed as to what took place and no, I didn't throw the pan out. I saved it. That pan evokes a lot of pound cake memories. LOL. What does that say about me that I am emotionally attached to a bundt pan? Don't answer that.
*The time I accidentally put cornstarch in the biscuits instead of baking powder. Yes, I know the difference.
*The time I put applesauce out for the crew instead of the salsa when I made enchiladas. In my defense, I was running a high fever and a little delirious.
I have to thank DH for sticking with me. His mom is a really good cook. My mom is a really good cook. In fact one of the pieces of advice she gave me was, "You need to feed your husband." She worked 2 jobs, but always had a homecooked meal on the table when Daddy came home from work at 5:30. Apparently I took that one to heart, but I have to laugh because in high school I beseeched the principal to let me out of home-ec and let me take shop and Ag "because I was never going to need those other skills". The good Lord must have had a good chuckle during that conversation because He knew I'd need both. 😄
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In our house we have the "back door" rule. If a meal is inedible, as decided by vote, we (literally) throw it out the back door and walk out the front door to go find food worth the calories. It has only happened a few times (catfish stir fry--eeewwww!) but makes it non-threatening to try something different.
Haha! Very early in our marriage,(we're going on 39 yrs now), I made Pigs in a blanket(stuffed cabbage rolls). My mom's were delicious, and my husband loved when his mom made them. So I thought I would make them for him. It's very time consuming to make Pigs in a blanket. I spent most of the afternoon making them. I was so proud of them. My husband ate them, but said..."They're not like mom's". I took the pot and the rest of the Pigs and threw them in the garbage. Needless to say...I have not made them since.
I love your honesty and willingness to share the bad with the good. We have all had those "kitchen moments" which become fun stories and good memories. Thank you for today's smile!
I think we can all relate to cooking disasters! When I was a newlywed 30+ years ago, I was talking to my mom on the phone. She asked me what I was fixing hubby for dinner. I said I wasn’t, he could eat whatever that night. She told me that he was going to leave me! Every man wants a home cooked dinner! I do cook five nights a week, one night out and he cooks one night.
If there's is a cook out there with a NO FAIL cooking record, I'd like to meet you!! 🤣😂🤔
Well, if we are all honest, everyone has had cooking disasters. And for those who say otherwise, they either lying or don't cook. My Grandmother always said "the way to man's heart is through his stomach." Thank goodness, my husband was patient, would eat anything, and a great encourager
It's funny how we were all told by our mothers that we have to COOK for our men. Not just feed them, but cook it too. I'm always the one who has to bring the chicken pot pies at Christmas gatherings because it is the best, they say. Everyone loves my spaghetti sauce and yet I don't consider myself a great cook. Hubby is a pie man and it is something I haven't done much. But as we all do, I too wanted to please him and tried to make his favourite, an apple pie. He took a bite, looked up at me and said; it ain't like my mom's. Well, where I come from, people say thank you when you give them something so I was annoyed at his comment. I replied: well, if you aren't adventurous enough to try something else, you can go back to your mommy. He married me anyway, lol. ;^)
I know we've all had our share of kitchen disasters. I come from a long line of really good cooks, and I CAN cook, I just don't like to! My sister is better at it than I am. My daughters can cook when they want to, and they love having the family recipes handed down, but like me, not that interested all the time. (When they were growing up, we did tease my youngest about using the smoke alarm as a timer!) My Cowboy and I split the duties around here now, so I don't have to do it all.
Oh, it is good to see that you have experiences like the rest of us. :)
I don't have any photos of mine--and it would be far too long a post if I did. Wednesday I just ruined two pans of brownies back to back that I was making for the meal after the funeral of a friend.
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