I know I've blogged before about my lack of ability to follow cooking instructions. I really wanted to link that post here, but alas, I can't find it. Which just speaks to my alleged organization skills. Let me just give you a recap:
I stink at cooking.
That's pretty much the gist of it.
I CAN bake, however. And occasionally I even get compliments on my baked goods.
So it's no big deal to throw some muffin mix in the mini muffin pan real quick-like for a teacher breakfast in the morning. Right? But no.
When the recipe calls for ONE TABLESPOON of butter for the streusel topping, it's no big deal to glob one large scoop of margarine spread with a medium soup spoon.. Right? But no.
It's no big deal to cram 3/4 of the batter into 24 muffin spots when the recipe very clearly (in 8 pt. font) says it makes 48. Right? But no.
(In my defense I didn't see that last instruction until it was too late. WAY TOO LATE.)
My brand new oven has crispy streusel carbon snakes on the bottom. Boo. And the teachers didn't get any muffins from me this morning. Wah. And my hubby just called from the store for help finding the ammonia because nothing else has worked. Ick!!
I won't even mention the smoke detector going off because of my baking skillz. After the kids were in bed. But let's not talk about that.