So I love to bake and cook . . . but since its just me at my apartment I don’t do it as often as I would like. The stories below are from some of my kitchen adventures . . . .
First cake: The first cake I ever made from scratch I made while I was home alone. I had my mom’s cookbook propped open and when I came to the ingredients list for the chocolate cake I was making and saw cocoa – I naturally assumed they meant hot cocoa mix. The only mix we had was a big container of Swiss Miss Hot Cocoa with Marshmallows so that is what I used. The cake went into the oven and I moved on to making the frosting . . . I used granulated sugar for the frosting. Since the frosting had a sand-like texture I waited until my parents got home to find out what I did wrong. My mom made regular frosting (with confectioners sugar) and used green food coloring. We frosted the cake and called it Mystery Cake . . . surprisingly it tasted fairly good.
Burn: I was making an english muffin pizza under the broiler in my parents oven. It was done so I took it out one handed with the pot holder. I was going to set it on the table to let it cool, but I only had the one pot holder and I didn’t want to melt the placemat . . . so I grabbed one side of the plate to push it onto the pot holder. I had some serious blisters on my thumb and fingers.
Frozen Pizza: I was making a frozen pizza for my friend, Kristen, and I. The pizza had been in the oven for a little while and when i went to check it I couldn’t figure out why the pizza wasn’t cooking up the way I thought it should . . . the cardboard was still on the bottom of the pizza – thankfully it never caught on fire.
First dinner in Apartment: The first dinner I made in my apartment was for my boyfriend, Danny, and I. I was making hot dogs and macaroni and cheese. I had the hot dogs under the broiler . . . I have an electric oven so there are heating coils at the top and the hot dogs were on the broiler pan on the rack just below the coils. When the hot dogs were done I put an oven mitt on my hand and reached into get them with a fork and pull them out. The oven mitt touched the coils and caught on fire. I talked to my Grandma the day afterwards and she asked me why I didn’t just pull the rack out instead of sticking my hand into the oven like that . . . I had no answer – it had honestly never crossed my mind.
I have other stories and adventures that I can share – please let me know by commenting below if you’d like me to post them too.
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