Cooking Goddess
Chef Extraordinaire
Whiskadoodle's "granddad's chicken" post in yesterday's dinner thread got me reminiscing again about humorous kitchen disasters. The kind that aren't exactly funny at that moment but grow into tall tales after the event. Gather 'round the virtual campfire and tell your tale.
When I was about 10, Mom decided to make from-scratch "no fail cupcakes". The idea was to add each ingredient exactly in the order shown in the recipe. Mom realized that she forgot the sugar right after putting the pan in the oven. Out came the cupcake pan, each paper being scraped clean of its batter, then the sugar was added in. Back into clean papers in the tin and baked. They looked normal enough when they came out of the oven - until you took the paper off and looked at the bottom. Each one had a cone-shaped depression in the middle, and the cake consistency was rather heavy. We promptly dubbed them "Bullet Cupcakes"...and Mom used a box mix from that day forward.
I have my own failures, too, but this story has been a favorite for decades. What stories are told and re-told around your supper table?
When I was about 10, Mom decided to make from-scratch "no fail cupcakes". The idea was to add each ingredient exactly in the order shown in the recipe. Mom realized that she forgot the sugar right after putting the pan in the oven. Out came the cupcake pan, each paper being scraped clean of its batter, then the sugar was added in. Back into clean papers in the tin and baked. They looked normal enough when they came out of the oven - until you took the paper off and looked at the bottom. Each one had a cone-shaped depression in the middle, and the cake consistency was rather heavy. We promptly dubbed them "Bullet Cupcakes"...and Mom used a box mix from that day forward.
I have my own failures, too, but this story has been a favorite for decades. What stories are told and re-told around your supper table?