Tonight is proof positive that I should NEVER let anyone know when I plan on being a domestic diva. Especially when people are *yikes* looking foward to it (yeah, doc was thrilled, and asked me to bring him some). Obviously he has never ate any of my experiments.
Earlier this week my mil and I picked zuccini from the garden. She then made loaves and loaves of wonderful bannana and zuchini bread. The best part of it was that Mikey absolutely LOVED the zuchini bread (don't forget that he's officially picky)! The recipe looked simple enough. I could do it. Wrong!
Strike one occured when I asked my mil if there is a differance b/w baking soda and baking powder- why oh why would we need both of them? Bonus points for me asking her if I needed to peel the chini like you do a cucumber.
Secondly, everything bubbled over. My oven is a mess and my house is filled with meangering smoke that refuses to leave. That's ok though.... the bread will be worth it, or so I thought. Strike 2.
I knew I should've went with my gut instead of sticking to the recipe! On second thought, I doubled the recipe but I'm questioning if I actually doubled the sugar. It didn't come out nearly sweet enough.
Now it's 11:30, I'm hungry for zuchinni bread and my smokey house is making my eyes water. And I know that my perfectionist mil will never let me live this one down!! This may rank up with the dry beans in the chili from our newlywed days.
Betty Crocker I am not.
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2 comments:
Don't fret. You aren't alone. I burn the can biscuits every time I make them!
Well, I still can't bake cookies. You are not alone.
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