I want you all to know – I really am not Betty Crocker or Martha Stewart. Shock, I know. I will pause now while you come to terms with that……
Okay, so I had to let you know the real scoop. Sometimes I suck. Sometimes my recipes bomb. Sometimes I sew things shut that I shouldn’t and sometimes even sew a fingernail
Last wekeend was one such weekend. Amidst the holiday cheer, I was working furiously to finish things on my list. And there was a fail E.V.E.R.Y. D.A.Y. Not fun. I don’t like failing. I don’t like wasting my time on something when it doesn’t turn out.
It all started Friday. I made tirimisu after work to take to our friends’ house for dinner and gingerbread house decorating that night. That’s something I enjoy doing – bringing a homemade dessert when we go to someone’s house for dinner. Not only were we late because I hadn’t finished it (and the recipe says to let it sit overnight), but when we dished it up, it REEKED of alcohol. I thought, “Hmm, well maybe it won’t taste like alcohol.” WRONG. All of us agreed it was horrible. Way too strong on the rum, and not enough coffee. We joke that one bite got us drunk. Hardy har har. (At least I bought a pre-built gingerbread house to decorate or that may have been another fail.)
Saturday: I started my holiday baking because I like sending cookie boxes to a select few to remember them at Christmas. I tried a new recipe that sounded yummy and easy. I went to the store, bought all my supplies, and excitedly whipped them up. 14 minutes later, take them out of the oven. “Hmmm, seems a little hard……..” Like, I can’t get them out of the muffin pan. Start stabbing, try to dig them out. One flies out and onto the floor. Fozzy rushes in, SCORE! One hockey puck in the dog’s stomach. FAIL. Start soaking the pan to ease the cleanup.
They sure looked good in the picture… If you want to try them for yourself (a friend tells me they really are fabulous when done right), you can get the recipe from The Picky Palate here. Let me know if you have any luck.
Sunday: Workout early, come home, get ready for church, and have an hour to spare so I start making pretty dish gloves for a stocking stuffer. I’m rushing, getting frustrated because the machine didn’t want to pull the fabric through, so I stick my finger in to help push the fabric through the needle. You see where this is going? Finger under the needle, needle through the top of the fingernail. “OUCH – get that finger out of there!” Rip the nail because the needle is still in the nail. UGH. And on top of it, we were 30 minutes late to church. I had the wrong start time, and we were late on top of the presumed start time. To really add the cherry on the top of the top, the next morning I woke up to a throbbing finger. It was sore to every minimal touch as a constant reminder. At work, every stroke on the keyboard. OUCH.
So there you have it. That was just one weekend. I fail. My projects fail. And I get right back up again and try again. You should too When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, right? (Maybe I should’ve made a Lemon Drop.)
Does anyone else have some failures you want to share to ease the pain of my throbbing finger?