I often claim that I shall never marry, but I haven't, until now, had much solid evidence for why I cling so stubbornly to this idea. Tonight, my friends, I present solid, certifiable, proof. No one will be able to argue with me any longer.
I made cookies last weekend. The underneaths of exactly 47% of said cookies were a deep, deep deep brown...in the cooking world one would equate that color of brown with black, and declare the cookies burnt.
Tonight, I attempted to make two of my friends a chocolate cake. I got really excited about an evening of domesticity - a friend drove me to the store, and I traipsed around picking up cocoa, oil, the works. (Of course, lest we be too domestic, I entirely forgot to get a basket, so I had goods piled up and spilling from my grasp as I flustered my way around the store...) I got back to my dorm, rolled up my proverbial sleeves, and set to work.
Well, I think we can all guess where this is going. The prehistoric oven I was employing insisted on turning off every time I turned my back. Good grief! The end result? I ran out of time and had a half-doughy cake on my hands. And instead of presenting a perfectly scrumptious cake to my friends, I had to present a less-than-perfect cake, along with a disclaimer: "I cook like a five-year-old boy so the middle is doughy and you'll only be able to eat the edge pieces."
What can I say? I am resigned. I will never make a dish, or goody, or otherwise, without something going awry. Whether it be catastrophic or minor, you can bet something will happen.
And then, as a final sort of consummation to my evening of flunked domesticity, I burnt my tongue because I tried to lick the frosting saucepan too soon...
Is anyone surprised?
6 comments:
Sweetheart, what you have presented is evidence for a case that you are not a good enough baker, at least not right now, to overcome an antique oven and lack of the recipe you wanted. What you have not presented is evidence for why you will not marry, as the ability to bake is not usually in the prenupts. And P.S. when you come home, I think you should try again on the cake!
hahahahaha!!! I am totes cracking up at you. :)
I bet the edge pieces were good, though?
P.S. Sorry for leaving a mean comment. I feel guilty after reading Mom's very sweet one.
If this is evidence for never getting married I'll be joining you in spinsterhood.
Erica a spinster?
I don't think so!
Maybe;)
"Let my clearify this"
If you don't marry... You probably won't be lumped in with the spinster lot.
You'll probably be a classy-unmarried lady;)
"Thank you for having me"
Erica, I want you to know something. I love you. :-)
In Him,
Sheila
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