There is a reason that I love cupcakes. Why? Because I don't love cookies.
This story starts when I was about thirteen years old. I didn't get a lot of time in the kitchen when I was young, mainly because my mom wanted to get stuff done in a hurry and didn't want all of us underfoot.
One day I decided that I wanted to make cookies. I needed to double the recipe because, seriously, with five kids we had to double every recipe.
I decided to make chocolate chip cookies and after I had them all mixed up I put them on the baking sheet and put them in the oven.
What came out of the oven was a very thing flat cookie with a piles of chocolate chips all over the baking sheet.
After laughing at me for not doubling the flour, my mom decided to share my cookies with others.
This is the part where I am traumatized. You see I had a crush on an older boy from my church. We will call him Andy, well, because that is his name and I am pretty sure everyone in my life knew about said crush and I am not giving away any deep dark secrets here.
So, my mom took the cookies to church and showed them to our preacher and to Andy. I was mortified, completely and utterly mortified.
I don't recall doing a lot of baking at home after that. After I got married and decided I should work on my culinary skills, I took to cooking and to baking but a love for cookies has been a long time in the making.
I am getting better, a cookie here, a cookie there. Maybe someday I will take great joy in baking cookies. But not just yet.
What is your baking or cooking disaster story?
4 comments:
Me and cookies don't always work, but I can make bars and other things with a vengence. I love to make things, but only the things I KNOW I can make.
Ooh, that's rough! I don't blame you for having an aversion to cookie-baking now!
Me? Pretty much everything I try in the kitchen is a disaster story...My mom is an awesome down-home cook? Both of my sisters also rock in the kitchen. Me? Notsomuch. Once in a while something actually turns out the way it's supposed to, but most of the time it's overcooked, undercooked, or just plain gross.
That is too funny. One time my sister drew a picture of me during church with little zits all over my face. Well she accidentally (so she says) dropped it in the halls and guess who picked it up??? Yep, the kid I had a huge crush on.
I was making a cherry pie. Instead of cornstarch (3 tbsp.) I grabbed the baking powder (3 tbsp.) It started bubbling and exploding immediately!! In my defense, the boxes looked very alike. Really! I salvaged it (sorta) by making loaves. Kind of baking powder-y tasting cherry loaves.... oh, well... :-)
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