It’s inevitable. When I get in the kitchen, there is going to be trouble. And that’s a problem, because I practically live in the kitchen. If I’m not in the bathroom (tending to kids, of course), I’m probably in the kitchen. As long as we’re moseying along doing everyday sorts of things, though, we’re all pretty safe. But mix in some baking products and a little holiday cheer and you’ve got yourself a recipe for disaster.
Back in October during a girlfriends’ weekend in Southlake, I treated myself to the holiday edition of Martha Stewart Living. Another problem. This wonderfully creative and “simple” magazine always gives me a false sense of ability when it comes to making and baking. It all looks so easy to do. And with names like “Foolproof Holiday Fudge”, Martha’s projects appear to be right up my alley. I showed Bill the picture of the Foolproof Holiday Fudge and asked if it was okay with him if I made that as Christmas gifts for his office staff. He let out a big “HA! They don’t know you, do they!” I was a little offended and almost got my feelings hurt, but I had to agree with him. I have a certain knack for messing up that which cannot be messed up. So I set out to prove him wrong.
I’m sorry to say, that all the while I got out the very few ingredients to whip out this quick white chocolate fudge, I was quietly wondering just how I would mess up something so easy. I thought it was impossible to ruin a quick and easy recipe, as long as I used the right ingredients and quantities. Well, leave it to me find a way!
I think where I went wrong was cooking a pot of chili at the same time. The temperature outside was 16 degrees this morning when I did my grocery shopping, and at a feels-like temp of 2 degrees, I decided impromptu to make a pot of chili for lunch. Nevermind that I didn’t have the recipe. I just grabbed up the stuff I thought chili would need, and I put together a one-day-award-winning chili. So, while the chili simmered, I threw together the fudge, and Bill called. I sat there stirring cream and sugar, butter and marshmallows while telling him on the phone how yummy our lunch would be. I stirred and stirred, and then all of a sudden I yelled. “Oh my GOSH! I just ruined my foolproof fudge!!” “What did you do?” he asked.
I had used my chili spoon to stir the fudge.
