Melissa | Growing Up GeekyDomestic un-divas of the world, unite!
Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep, buzzed the timer. The cookies were done! I grabbed the oven mitt and slowly opened the oven, only to be greeted by a cloud of hot, hot air and nothing else. The oven was empty. A bit startled and embarrassed, I glanced across the kitchen and saw the uncooked cookie dough still sitting on the baking sheet. Fail. Not a big deal if I didn't need the cookies for a party for which we had to depart in T minus 5 minutes. With its beady chocolate chip eyes, I swear I caught one of the cookies mocking me. Scrumptious chocolate-laden nincompoop.
Despite spending a significant portion of my life following recipes and protocols for scientific experiments and procedures, somehow I was never able to master cooking or baking. Whenever I attempt to make something edible, one (or more) of the following occurs:
* I forget to add an essential ingredient; you don't want to know how brownies sans cooking oil taste...
* I burn something; wait, simmer doesn't mean to cook on high?
* As in the case with the cookies, I start the timer but neglect to place the food in the pot or oven
Those of you out there who are fantastic cooks; I am truly jealous of your culinary prowess. I so badly want to be one of those people who can whip up a gourmet meal with no need for a recipe or prior planning. However, given my list of weaknesses above I think I should thank my lucky stars that I haven't reduced our house to ashes yet. I'm afraid that this is one of those times when I just need to learn to accept my shortcomings.
So, I solemnly resign myself to continue following recipes from the Cream of Mushroom soup can label or the back of the StoveTop Stuffing box. I will pray that these dishes turn out somewhat palatable and God willing, that they do not turn into incendiaries.
Ladies who (like myself) hide behind that blue box of Mac & Cheese in trepidation, I raise my misused and abused spatula to you in solidarity - and so does Carina. Fear not, for our worth as wives and mothers is not based upon the quality (or edibleness) of our epicurean endeavors.
On that note, I must go remove the frozen pizza from the oven. I hope I actually put it inside the oven before starting the timer this go-round.
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