LOL! Thanks Fudgey. Those animated icons are great!
My Oma was a fantastic cook and especially skilled at making Apfelstrudel. I watched her and helped her make this on many occasions growing up, but for some odd reason I've never been able to make it on my own. I damned near burned our house down once because I forgot to set the timer! Once I got over the oven fire, I was upset all over again because it was the first time I ever felt like I got the filling and the pastry right. I haven't attempted to make it again since.
I also fail majorly at roasting turkey. It doesn't make any sense to me since I can roast every other type of bird, but turkey just escapes me.
mmmm...strudel!!!!! it's worth almost burning the house down for the good stuff
(i think it's apple strudel to the rest of us)
My mom was a good cook but I wasn't interested in it and she never encouraged us kids to learn. I still hate to cook. The funnies disaster I can think of at the moment was when I was in high school in home ec. I think they've replaced home ec with PC technology now.Anyway, we were making snicker doodle cookies and instead of using xx tablespoons of sugar, I used salt. oooooweeee that was nasty.
Needless to say I flunked snicker doodles.
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Ooooo that brings to mind my first adventure in scratch chocolate chip cookies as a teenager. I accidentally replaced the baking soda with baking powder. They were edible but only barely, and that's probably because there was chocolate involved.![]()
This is my first 'visit' to the Women's Room so I hope being a woman is the only prerequisite to post here.
I have two cooking stories to share. As a newlywed, I decided to make a deep dish pizza using Bisquik for the crust. It looked so good going into the oven... When it was done the dough had raised to the point where all the toppings had been virtually swallowed by the crust, leaving only a small circle of red (sauce) in the middle. To this day DH still tells this story to anyone who will listen.
On another occasion, we were having guests for dinner and I had made a pork roast, and there's nothing better (well, almost nothing better) than good pork gravy. After thickening and tasting it, it needed a bit more salt. Without missing a step I grabbed the salt shaker, unscrewed the top, and poured the entire contents of the salt shaker into the gravy...
I came home from school one day to find my 8 year old little sister up to her elbows in brownie mix. I asked her what she was doing and she said with a serious face that the box said mix by hand!
Welcome Tiny!!
(i may be strange, but the deep dish pizza sounds like it could have been good)
Your story with the salt shaker reminds me of my adventures with homemade ravioli. I was a teenager, and decided to make ravioli from scratch. I had a recipe, so what could go wrong. I made the pasta by hand, that worked ok i think. The filling was pretty straightforward too. Called for two cloves of garlic. Problem was, i didn't exactly know how much a clove was. So i put in two BULBS of garlic! My parents ate it bravely and swore that it was good. I ate it too- so i didn't believe them. On the bright side, it was weeks before we had to worry about vampires.