The holiday celebrating family, food and gratitude. I love it!
While I am good at the gratitude and family time, I struggle with the food. Not the eating it, don't worry; As I type this blogpost, I'm entirely too stuffed on turkey, green beans and pumpkin pie.
However, the part of food I'm struggling with is the cooking part. I still haven't quite caught on : /
As I was in the kitchen today with my Granny and my mom - both of whom are phenomenal cooks - I fessed up on my most recent kitchen catastrophe...
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Earlier this week I had some friends over to chat and bake cookies. Yea... about that. We thought why bother with baking???
We so urgently wanted our cookies that we decided to just eat the dough ;)
However, in the urgency to make the dough, we didn't want to wait for the stick of butter to reach room temperature. So I just put the bowl with the butter in the microwave... and then....
Flames. Yes. Flames.
My friends screamed and turned around from the kitchen table. "What happened?" they asked.
I had used a metal bowl.
I thought it would be ok for just a few seconds.
FALSE.
Fortunately, I stopped it so quickly that not only was the microwave unharmed, the dough was still fine :)
BUT, as if that wasn't bad enough for one night,
my kitchen klutzyness continued...
Since the oven was already preheated for the cookies, I figured I'd go ahead and bake some potatoes I wanted to use before leaving to go home for the holidays.
In my defense, I have baked many a potato in my day - and successfully. However, I always wrap them in aluminum foil.
Well, on this particular night, we were out of aluminum foil so I just plopped them on a cookie sheet.
About 20 minutes later after we'd already gone through all the cookie dough and were in the middle of painting our nails, we heard a whistling noise.
"What is that?" my friend asked. We tracked down the noise to the oven. My sweet potatoes were whistling and my friend asked if I had poked holes in them. I said no, having no clue that one needed to.
I mean potatoes don't come with directions. And people aren't born knowing these things... or at least I wasn't.
I was about to attack the potatoes with a fork when my friend took over with a knife. Ha, oh well. At least I didn't learn the hard way by the potatoes blowing up!
My friends were concerned for my lack of culinary capabilities; they said that I remind them of Hannah Hart from My Drunk Kitchen. The only thing is I wasn't even drinking so I couldn't blame my kitchen klutzyness on alcohol... it's just all my inexperience.
Fortunately, once they were sliced, the potatoes cooked up quietly and perfectly - and the house didn't burn down!
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After sharing this story, my mom who was appalled (and probably ready to disown me!) in all seriousness suggested that I might benefit from taking this book back with me after the holidays:
That would be my Kindergarten cookbook - for ages 4 and up.
Sadly, that is probably the level I'm at ;) We'll see if this helps... I'll keep ya posted!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!!!!!!!!!
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