I have always wanted to be a wonderful cook - I have heard so many stories about my great grandma and what a wonderful cook she was, and I have always hoped some of those genes rubbed off on me. Unfortunately, I seem to turn into a MAJOR blonde the minute I step into the kitchen. I have provided my roommates endless entertainment over the years. Despite the hilarity, things usually turn out okay - so maybe I did get some of the good cook genes.
In an attempt at not taking myself so seriously - and in trying to follow Elder Wirthlin's advice to be able to laugh at yourself, I am posting the following true story. Just to make myself feel better I have to disclose that this occurred towards the end of a VERY long week, after I had just spent 12 hours at work.
My coworker was having a birthday and I wanted to do something special for her. She is allergic to gluten and I had some leftover gluten free flour that I had used in a cake for Halloween (another blonde moment, another story). So, I figured I would make her some muffins. I found a recipe on-line and started in on the muffins while chatting with my sister on the phone (note, if you are a blonde in the kitchen - it probably isn't the best idea to multi-task while working there). Despite this, my first batch turned out pretty good. But, I only had 12 muffins. There are exactly 12 people in my office, not including me, plus I work with a bunch of guys, so I knew I needed more. The only problem was that I didn't quite have enough flour for a full second batch. No big deal I thought, I had 1 cup of flour left and it called for 1 1/2 cups - so I can just third everything and make two thirds of a batch, right? So, still talking on the phone, I start a second batch. I peek in on the muffins and they are rapidly expanding in the tin - oozing out of the pan and on to the oven. Thinking I just filled them too full, I put a cookie sheet underneath them to catch any more drippings and shut the door to let them finish cooking. Then the smoke started. I hurried and opened the oven and pulled out the muffins - which were by this point looking more like tart cups than muffins. And watched in horror as a fire ignited in my oven!
Yes, some of the batter that came out of the cups caught on fire! My sister is still on the phone, laughing at me, and I am trying to get my brain to work enough to figure out what to do. Finally I just shut the door in the hopes it would all go away.
Needless to say, my coworkers got exactly 12 muffins, and I could only hope I didn't mess them up too badly since I didn't get to try one.
In an attempt at not taking myself so seriously - and in trying to follow Elder Wirthlin's advice to be able to laugh at yourself, I am posting the following true story. Just to make myself feel better I have to disclose that this occurred towards the end of a VERY long week, after I had just spent 12 hours at work.
My coworker was having a birthday and I wanted to do something special for her. She is allergic to gluten and I had some leftover gluten free flour that I had used in a cake for Halloween (another blonde moment, another story). So, I figured I would make her some muffins. I found a recipe on-line and started in on the muffins while chatting with my sister on the phone (note, if you are a blonde in the kitchen - it probably isn't the best idea to multi-task while working there). Despite this, my first batch turned out pretty good. But, I only had 12 muffins. There are exactly 12 people in my office, not including me, plus I work with a bunch of guys, so I knew I needed more. The only problem was that I didn't quite have enough flour for a full second batch. No big deal I thought, I had 1 cup of flour left and it called for 1 1/2 cups - so I can just third everything and make two thirds of a batch, right? So, still talking on the phone, I start a second batch. I peek in on the muffins and they are rapidly expanding in the tin - oozing out of the pan and on to the oven. Thinking I just filled them too full, I put a cookie sheet underneath them to catch any more drippings and shut the door to let them finish cooking. Then the smoke started. I hurried and opened the oven and pulled out the muffins - which were by this point looking more like tart cups than muffins. And watched in horror as a fire ignited in my oven!
Yes, some of the batter that came out of the cups caught on fire! My sister is still on the phone, laughing at me, and I am trying to get my brain to work enough to figure out what to do. Finally I just shut the door in the hopes it would all go away.
Needless to say, my coworkers got exactly 12 muffins, and I could only hope I didn't mess them up too badly since I didn't get to try one.
Proof of my hair color is in the pictures below.
8 comments:
Too bad about the muffins. I hope your coworkers enjoyed the first batch.
Did I ever thank you for that night's laugh-fest? It seriously cheered me up. Is that mean? Hopefully you're used to it by now! :)
They were very good Jana! I appreciated you being so willing to possibly burn house down, just so I could have some flour free muffins on my birthday! You are too sweet for sure. Yes blonde, but very sweet! :D I loved that you just closed your oven in hopes it would go out. Ha ha!
Wow. I've never seen a muffin do that. It kinda looks like the muffins threw themselves up... and then imploded.
But the first batch looks good!
Maybe it's a blonde thing...?
I'm not so great in the kitchen myself unless I stick with something I know. EVERY time I try something new, something goes wrong. Usually I don't have something I thought I had but something will always go wrong. Once I set a hot pad on fire and now I hate reaching in the oven for fear I will do it again. Andy always laughs at me.
I love it Jana! You need to check out my "Oh, look! A train..."post on my blog :) I'm interested, did you find out what happened with the second batch, did you really just over fill the cups?
That is so funny! Did you ever figure out what made them ooze over? Once when I made soup when we were first married I put 4 WHOLE garlic bulbs into the pot, not realizing that a clove was one tiny part of the bulb (it called for 4 cloves). Yeah, my house reeked for awhile after that. . .
Hey dear! Look who I found! Just wanted to say hi! It's been so good seeing you at church lately! Ahhh the good ol' days :)
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