Vampire Vocab

Joseph (Teh Anime Critic) says that cooking is an art and baking is a science. He is so right. I follow my recipes to the letter and they turn out well. Mostly. But despite the fact that I’ve been baking since my mom thought I wouldn’t hurt myself (and I’m not sure she completely trusts me on that matter to this day), unusual events are known to happen. Events that cause Denise to heave deep sighs and shoot me piercing glares. So today, as I went on a veritable baking marathon, I was prepared for some casualties. But when it comes to me in the Kitchen, you are NEVER prepared enough.

My first dish was simple enough: Oatmeal Banana Bread. But somehow, as I always do, I managed to use EVERY SPACE in our large kitchen. Including the top of the chest freezer. Denise came in and outlines a small portion of the kitchen saying that when I had my first apartment I would only have that much counter space. I mulled over it before, I replied that I would cook in my bedroom. My mom chimed in that she had done that before, and I can’t say I’m surprised.

Next, Liz made brownies. I should have stayed out of her way, but when it comes to me baking, no one is safe. No one. So I nosed around in her brownies (not literally) and they turned out fine. But it was the finding the ingrediants for the next dish that led to disaster. As I dug around in our cuboard, looking for baking soda, I up ended a bag of sushi rice. It Poured on every surface, spanning the entire kitchen. Denise thought, like me, that it was disasterous. My mother, for some reason, supposedly found it “cute”. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know. Maybe we reminded her of herself? Anyway. Liz and I cleaned up the rice in about 40 minutes, and afterwards I twiched everytime anyone said “grain” or “rice”. So of course they made a game of it.

But the day was not yet over, for I, Supreme Lord of Klutziness, had yet to make one last dish. The dreaded…terrifying…horrific…cinnamon-sugary… SNICKERDOODLES!!!! Feel free to scream. Oddly enough, nothing terribly wrong happened. I made the simple dough, rolled it into balls, rolled the balls in cinnamon sugar, and baked them to sugary perfection. Probably nothing horror movie-like happened because Liz helped. However potent my bad luck is, her good luck is more so.

Thank god for little sisters. Specifically, mine.

This entry was posted on Saturday, August 15th, 2009 at 12:00 pm and is filed under Food, Life, Ramblings.
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