This is supposed to be Brandi’s day to post, but we had a small craft room crisis. Basically, in our efforts to reorganize, consolidate, and get the room Martha Stewartized, we seem to have lost a few key items necessary for today’s scheduled post. I’m sure a lot of you have been through similar? If not, just smile and nod in agreement. (Thanks for humoring me.)
So, in light of our little disaster and Brandi’s gradually fouling mood over the incident, I wanted to give you all a little recap of how abused I am getting in all of this.
Seriously, I’m an innocent victim here. It’s horrible…
Read on –
The day started as any other. We get up, have our coffee, get the knucklehead off to school, check our various social media outlets (or ‘outposts’, now—the ‘buzzword of the week’ in social media land.) I finally decide to get off my duff and pick up a load of pallets. (I’m preparing to knock out some of the DIY projects on my “honey-do” list.) Brandi is being all crafty-ish; getting started one of the 500,000 ideas you will see as time progresses. All is well in Team Duncan land.
I get home, unload our pallets, and make my way inside. I’m hungry. Brandi is busy (and I am fully capable of cooking for myself—no one else, but I can feed myself) so I start scrounging for snacky-food. I find a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough. Excellent!
Now, don’t get all “OMG” on me, I didn’t burn the house down, I have done this before…I think…
Anyway, I follow the directions on the tub, almost to the letter. I am aware that we are at a high enough elevation to make certain things not act right.
*fast forward ten minutes*
I go to check the cookies since the buzzer on the oven is going off. Of course they aren’t done all the way yet. I also know they will continue to cook for a little while after being removed. So I ask the question:
“Hey babe, when do I need to take these things out after they start turning golden-brown? I know they cook for a little while after…”
The response should’ve been simple.
She starts in on how she can’t tell me, all kinds of crazy meteorological data and it’s effect on cookie dough, how chemists are the ones who make cookie dough…
…how altitude mixed with barometric pressure and the cant of the sun in the orbit of Mars make the dough… something… something… something…
Um… *insert blank stare*
I guess the whole gist of it is that baking is not a perfect science, and that I need to just “figure it out” since that’s what she had to do. That’s fine, I’ll figure it out eventually… or I’ll just eat crumbly cookies, one or the other. I’ll be honest, if it was up to me I would just eat the dough straight out of the tub and say to hell with the baking part all together. Unfortunately, there’s a HUGE warning on the packages now saying I’m not allowed to do that anymore.
I think the cookie dough people are against me. As is my wife. (Who, by the way, glared at me the entire time I was writing this…)
So you’re turn. Ever try to teach someone else how to do something and completely lost ‘em? Share with us!
*Note – at least 1 to 1.5% of this story is factual. I may or may not have argued like the true pain in the @$$ brat that I am, and egged her on quite a bit during this 30 minute exchange. 😀