Who Cares If She Can Cook?

Well honestly, I do care if I can cook or not. It's not for the lack of trying believe you me! At the ripe age of 47 I jut don't see it happening even if Rachel Ray stood by my side and coached me. It's been done before, the whole coaching thing. As well as an attempted cooking class back in the late 80's, three weeks into the class, they "recommended" I find another "hobby." The class wasn't any fun anyway and brought back horrors of my Home EC class in high school where they only let me do the clean-up.

One of my favorite, well I should say my families favorite story, of one of many of my cooking fiasco's, took place in an apartment I was leasing that was on the second floor. I was engaged at the time and wanted to attempt to surprise him with some brownies. Now we aren't talking about from scratch, just from the box with the directions on the back. I have to digress a moment to add that those boxed cooking things like brownies, cakes, cookies are a great invention with all or most of the ingredients all wrapped up in a box are awesome, but still not really user-friendly for someone with limited cooking skills like myself. So, as I was saying about the box of brownies ..I made sure that I had all the ingredients, checked out the buttons on the stove etc..I get it all together and ready for the oven. It was quite a mess to clean up as I recall. On the back of the box it has different times to cook the brownies at, one stating a different temperature for higher elevation. Well that threw me into panic mode wondering if living on the second floor would be the different cooking temp. I tried to reach my mom, sisters, and friends, calling as far as Miami from Maine and finally reached my brother-in-law. After he stopped laughing he instructed me that higher elevation referred to someone living in the mountains or some crap like that and told me the correct temp to cook them at.

After all that mess, panic, completed brownies, and clean-up I was emotionally exhausted and the brownies were dry and kind of black and hard on the side of the pan. They were not the success I'd hoped for and off into the trash 3 days later they went with about three small slivers out of the whole pan gone.