Hold on to your hats, ladies and gentlemen. It's time for LiLu's TMI Thursday!
Disclaimer: Despite what you may think after reading this story, I AM a good cook. I promise.
A few years ago, I moved in with a boy. It was pretty much my first (and last) time ever to do so for any length of time. I had sort of lived with my high school boyfriend for a few months and I had kind of lived with my first Dallas boyfriend briefly, but technically he had his own room and we had another roommate. And when we broke up, we still had to live together. THAT was fun.
So anyway, on a bright shiny day in December, I began the process of cohabitation. And yes, I do mean BRIGHT AND SHINY. We had a heat wave and it was nearly 90 degrees the entire time we were moving. I was only moving from about a half mile away and he...well, he didn't really have much stuff.
Our apartment was wonderful, still one of my favorite apartments, despite the two soccer players who moved in upstairs and tortured us until all hours of the night. We had a pretty sizable balcony, on which we put my old breakfast table.
On our first weekend, I got up early. I was going to surprise him with "breakfast on the balcony."
I decided to make eggs, sausage or bacon (I can't remember which), and pancakes. From scratch. No Bisquick for this girl. I set up the table outside, started the coffee and then pulled out all of the ingredients for the pancakes. Everything turned out beautifully. I poured the coffee, put the food on the plates and took everything outside.
He took his first big bite of pancakes and got this funny look on his face.
"What's the matter?"
"They taste kind of...funny."
So I cut off a piece of mine, forked it up, and shoveled it in my mouth. My mouth exploded with the flavor of salty, syrup-covered hairspray. I spit my pancake out into the courtyard below our apartment and said, "THE PANCAKES ARE BAD."
He said, "They're not that bad," and started to take another bite.
I said, "STOP EATING THEM. THEY'RE TERRIBLE."
I couldn't figure out what I had done. I followed the recipe exactly.
Then I went into the kitchen. Immediately, the problem was clear. Instead of baking powder, as the recipe suggests, I accidentally grabbed the baking soda.
14 comments:
HAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! I heart this story so much it hurts! I've experienced your amazing cooking (feel free to repeat cooking for me any time) and I know this is not the "norm". But for the non-cooking, non-curtain hanging girl in me... I love to know your not always Tom Colicchio!
Your boyfriend showed some class by lying to you and saying that the pancakes weren't that bad. I'd bet you made up for it by giving the man a good pancake before long.
Damn. On the positive side, though, I'll bet they were extra fluffy.
Haha ewww.
Why'd he keep eating them?
After reading this that line from Encino Man popped into my head "the cheese is old and moldy..." No clue why.
omg, it makes THAT MUCH difference? i was sure you were goign to say you'd used salt instead of sugar or something. man. i can't believe i've never poisoned a dinner guest yet.
This isn't even that bad of a mistake... I HAVE used salt instead of sugar... in my tea. That tastes kind of like bouillon.
I was certain for a moment there that you were going to say you actually used hairspray instead of cooking spray on the griddle.
First year we were married, my wife made Pecan Pies to take to our families houses for Thanksgiving.
At the second house dinner of the night, while reviewing her "delicious" recipe with some notoriously good cooks in the family, it was discovered that she had substituted Corn OIL in place of Corn Syrup.
WA-LA! Pecan Pie Laxatives.
solid move by him to keep trying. solid. he was totally willing to take one for the team.
Who hasn't made that mistake? I always have to double check to make sure I've grabbed the right one. I think we should start a petition to change the name of one of them.
HAHAHAHAHA!!! Oopsie!
My grandmother made me mieliepap (Porridge, look it up, it's South African) almost every morning when I was young. One morning she replaced the mieliepap powder with baking powder. The porridge tasted like raw dough. LMAO!!! Love her to bits though!!
That's why I stick with Bisquick.
Holy cow! And here I thought you actually put salt. Which is stupid to think of, since salt and baking powder are totally different in texture. :D
Well... pre-mixed really is the way to go then? Haha~ That was a very sweet gesture though.
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