Kitchen fiascos leave families ... alarmed
20.05.12
All cooks have at least one kitchen disaster that follows them for life.
Mine was an applesauce cake I made when I was 20. It seemed heavy when I took it out of the oven, but I had never made one before.
My brother loaded a bite on his fork and discovered a lump of baking soda that he pronounced the size of a Ping-Pong ball.
My mother speculated that might be why the cake was so heavy. The heaviest thing they’d ever eaten someone said. The heaviest cake in the history of cake another offered.
Someone picked up the cake and weighed it on the bathroom scale. It was two ounces shy of a full-term baby.
I received my first hand mixer that next Christmas. That mixer is still alive, as is the cake story.
Our youngest recently had the family come to her apartment for dinner in an attempt to live down the rumor that the only thing she knows how to make is tacos.
We were told to prepare “to have our minds blown.” The evening began with a cheese ball and crackers. Her mixer had burnt up the week before, so she had mixed the two 8-ounce packages of cream cheese and seasonings by hand. Cooks in our family are nothing, if not determined.
Source: Burlington Times News