I’m worn out from the 12 days of Christmas (Cookies). If I’d been smarter, I would have planned ahead, baked everything in advance, and just blogged about it each day. I didn’t. And I should have stuck to completely tried and true and tested recipes that I knew would turn out well. I didn’t. It was pretty much a recipe for disaster. And when certain recipes failed (as was inevitable I suppose), I was left distraught and overwhelmed with how in the world I was going to bake enough cookies for the blog series I had so naively started. Once, when I was overly emotional about a particular batch of cookies I’d ruined (does anyone else get emotional about their baked goods? I’d love to have a kindred spirit here), Mike came up with the idea of portraying all of my failures, burnt cookies, and terrible recipes on the blog for everyone to read. So here’s hoping somebody else can relate to my failed baking attempts…
My disastrous first fudge attempt: Notice the consistency. You should not be able to scoop fudge with a spoon.
My disastrous second fudge attempt. Once again, notice the consistency. Fudge should not look like that as it’s about to be poured into the pan.
Chai gingerbread bars. Great in theory, but as it turns out, they really don’t taste like anything at all. Mike’s response: “please don’t make me eat any more of those.”
Snowballs splattered on the floor. (at midnight I might add – way too late to be baking). I also dropped a cookie off the cookie sheet into the bottom of the oven, but I was too busy watching my mom get it out to have the presence of mind to take a picture.
The delightful batch of oatmeal cookies that I mixed up all the way through the oatmeal, only to realize that I had completely left out 1 1/4 cups of brown sugar from the very first step. I’d had it by that point, and I was about to just throw out the batter and start again, when I realized I was completely out of crisco, and would not be able to start again. So in went the brown sugar at the end the recipe, only to create the most wonderful oatmeal creme pie I’ve ever had. So I guess it was worth it.
So there you have it. This is not by any means the extent of the baking mistakes I’ve made…these are just what happened in the last week or so. Mike was great through it all. He ran countless trips to Meijer (possibly his least favorite place), consoled his dispirited wife when yet another cookie went wrong, and taste tested even the worst of recipes. And of course, encouraged me to write this post. 🙂