What has become of my cooking skills? Last week I made Molasses Crinkles, a favorite cookie in our family. Turns out that I didn't add enough flour, and the first tray spread all over the pan into a burned mess. I added more flour and the rest were fine. Kathryn, above, wasn't that enamored with them, however, and remarked to her mother the next day that maybe she should stay home from school and teach me how to make NORMAL cookies.
Next, I attempted home made pizza. I didn't grease the pan and it stuck so bad it was impossible to remove the pizza from the pan. Great. Now what's for dinner?
Today I decided to make brownies. Bad idea. The recipe called for two cups of flour and I only had 1-1/2. Well hey, there is some pancake mix in the cupboard. Maybe I should just substitute a half cup of pancake mix for the flour. How bad could that be? The batter tasted great, actually. But when the smoke alarms started going off I knew I had a problem. The problem was that the brownie batter was overflowing the pan and burning. Great. So I pulled the brownies out of the oven and let them sit there until I figured out what came next. Images of scrubbing the heck out of another burned pan came to mind. Not a happy thought.
See the crusted edges of the pan? Not a good look. Oddly enough, after the brownies cooled, they actually tasted good! Even Kathryn and Jack approved!
I think my cooking talents have slowly disintegrated. About all I know how to do these days is cut squares and sew them together.
On another note, (remember that the parents went out of town and left me in charge) Jack was playing on his "rip stick" and fell and broke his arm on Sunday. We spent the afternoon in the hospital emergency room. Jack was very brave and I was proud of the way he handled himself.
Does his shirt say "Wild, wild west"? Yes, that seems to sum it up!
So my work here is done and tomorrow I leave for Arizona for a couple days. Another rotation as grandmother. Be warned little ones, Grandmother is going South! (In more ways than one!)