Anyone who knows me, knows that I love to cook. And bake. I love to bake and cook. Ok, I think ya got the message. (For the record, I am not a trained chef. I learned everything I know from my mom, both my sisters and watching entirely too much Food Network.)
However, I’m convinced that some of my friends and family would like to unfriend me on Facebook because I tend to kinda sorta maybe post too many pictures of the deliciousness that is frequently happening in my kitchen. My apologies to anyone if my pictures have resulted in your tummies screaming “FEED ME NOW!” But I promise I would share if anyone actually lived close enough to come over! I simply like to share my successes. Because, well, they don’t always happen.
Just last night I was simply wanting to make waffles for dinner. I received a waffle maker for Christmas/Birthday last year and now I’m addicted. So I set out to make waffles. Sounds easy enough, right? Whelp, taking into consideration that I started getting up at five in the morning a couple days ago it proved to be a little problematic.
First I grabbed the vinegar to create my own buttermilk and thinking I had the milk jug, I opened it and gave it a whiff. (Please tell me I’m not the only one who sniffs the milk before pouring it?….Anybody?)
Then when finished with the vinegar I tried putting it into the fridge once again thinking I had the milk. Not off to a great start.
Next, while measuring the flour I got distracted and then forgot how much I had already measured.
Then discovered that I had used the wrong size measuring cups. I was headin’ nowhere real fast.
I walked away and forgot about my egg whites while they were beating. There was no salvaging those. At this point I was contemplating takeout might be the safer option to get dinner to the table. But no, I felt the insane need to complete my task.
I don’t even know how it happened, but I managed to burn bacon. My husband walked in the door at that moment. He should have taken my skillet away and picked up pizza. But no, I was determined to have waffles.
Finally, after the last batch of batter was in the waffle iron, I forgot to close the lid. Nothin says “tasty” like a waffle that’s super crispy on one side and undercooked on the other. Delish!
Lesson Learned: Takeout is available for a reason. Use it.
This was taken the last time I made waffles. When my brain wasn’t “waffled”.