Blonde Baker?

I thought I’d lighten things up a bit and add a Friday Funny. Since Thanksgiving is next week, I figured this is the best time to reveal a few bad baking stories of mine. I’m not a real blonde, but we all have those moments. For all the blondes out there who might take offense, you know we love you.

Chop Suey Cake

At 22-years old, I still thought I knew everything and my mother just corrected to annoy me. A friend of mine was getting married and I decided to make a Chop Suey cake for her bridal shower. I put all the ingredients in the bowl and started mixing everything together. My mom happened to come home when I was mixing and asked what I was doing.

“Uh, mixing the ingredients.”

“With your hands?”

With a cocky attitude I responded, “The directions say ‘mix by hand.’”

Through clenched teeth, my mom said, “That means you don’t use a blender.”

I’m not quite sure what my mother thought, but based on the her look it was probably along the lines of “I gave birth to this one?”

Nestle Toll House Cookies

We had a package of Nestle Toll House cookies in the house and I was looking for something sweet to eat, so I started making them. I put the pan in the oven and checked about 10 minutes later. The mixture didn’t thicken leaving a brown liquid splashing around the pan. My mom came home and asked what I did wrong. I told her I followed the directions, so we went through them together. It asked for 2-1/4 cups of flour. My mom asked if I added it.

“Yes. I put two ¼ cups of flour.”

“What? You didn’t put two cups and a ¼ cup of flour?”

“No, it asked for two ¼ cups.”

Let me say, my Toll House cookies didn’t look anything like the picture even after adding in the correct amount of flour. For the record, my family doesn't ask me to bake for the holidays or anytime in between.

I wish you all a safe and fun weekend.