As a kid, my mom and grandmother would tell me to get out of the kitchen. I wasn't sure if they were upset about my uncle and I playing tag in the house or if they secretly knew something about me...I can't cook! I'm not sure if it's in the genes or what, but every time I follow recipes, I butcher them. I've had many friends help me throughout the years. My friend Nelie once taught me how to bake banana bread and salmon and lived to tell about it. (Since that cooking session, I have burned a total of 3 salmons to date and created a new recipe, gooey, ooey, mushy banana salmon surprise with chocolate ice cream on top...it was the only way to get the kids to eat the salmon.)
Regardless of my cooking abilities and two left hands, I always jump at the chance to volunteer, even if it's means facing my arch-nemesis: the oven. So yesterday, I made cookies for the Father/Daughter dance at school. Well...that's what ended up looking the best without burnt edges. Before that, it was the red velvet octagon cupcakes and before that, it was the quicksand Holiday jello cake. So, I did it! I made cookies with the hope that they will put a smile on a little girl's face and on the off chance that it doesn't, I didn't put my name on the Ziploc bag, just in case. (Just for the record, hubby and I ate some of the cookies I made last night and we're still alive.)
Someday, I'll be able to press a button like in The Jetson's cartoon and food will magically come out. Until that time, I plan to keep my fire extinguisher close by.
Until tomorrow, make it a great day!
Christina
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