Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Not quite living up to its name

I did a stupid thing.

I got myself into the habit of baking something special to celebrate the birthday of each and every one of my coworkers. And now I’m in trouble. Because a birthday treat is expected. To the point where requests for certain treats are made.

It’s kind of annoying.

I don’t always feel like baking.

But, with two years of yummy baked goodness to live up to, I don’t really have a choice.

Last night, I didn’t want to bake. But I begrudgingly stopped at the grocery store on my way home from the gym and picked up the ingredients for fudge. My recipe is a good one – and gloriously fast and simple. It would suffice.

I was on the phone with my parents for the duration of my trip to the grocery store. I didn’t bother to get a cart, so I carefully balanced an armful of chocolate chips and marshmallows and vanilla while gabbing away with Mom and Dad.

When I got home, I was distracted. CNN was on the television. I was feeling sad. I was trying to decide if I wanted to blog about yesterday’s tragedy.

I was not reading the recipe card clearly.

At the grocery store, I bought sweetened condensed milk instead of evaporated milk.
In my kitchen, I measured out sweetened condensed milk instead of evaporated milk.

Which is how I had the good fortune of getting to go to the grocery store twice, to make the fudge twice, to do the dishes twice.

Have I mentioned the name of the recipe?

No fail, five-minute fudge.



Amy said...

ooh this is so true. Always. No project, be it in the kitchen or a household task, can ever be done with just ONE trip to the grocery or home improvement store. NO!! Always there must be multiple trips.

I think you should cross that name out and put in a new one. Just 'cause.

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