I often write about hope and faith. This is a very inspirational blog but I like to be subtle. My upbeat messages are embedded in the posts and it may take special glasses to read it. Some examples of my abundant faith are:
- In blogging about stupid drivers, I believe some will see themselves and mend their ways. I hope that this will happen to make my life easier.
- Beauty products! No one has more hope than I do that the latest serum or snake oil will firm my skin and erase my wrinkles. I am always willing to share my triumphs (if I ever have any) along with my defeats (so many that I could overflow my allotted WordPress storage if I wrote them all down).
- Hair! No one loves beautiful hair more than I do. Every time I go to my hair stylist (they are stylists, not hair dressers) I ask for extensions to make my hair long and flowing with subtle highlights. My designer rolls her eyes and placates me with, “your hair is beautiful the way it is.” We all know that is malarkey to keep me quiet until the end of my appointment when she can get me out of the salon (that’s salon not shop).
- Beautiful shoes! I am always convinced that a new designer will design shoes that are both sexy and comfortable. I have a closet full to prove my faith. Alas, so far none have met that goal but I have kept many Goodwill stores stocked with stylish shoes.
None of this is what I am writing about today. I also believe I can recreate those beautiful recipes pictured in magazines. They are in full glorious color. The food looks so luscious and healthy. They tell me it’s simple to make and my family will love it. Easy peasy.
Yet I never learn. Isn’t there a saying that doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome is the definition of stupidity?
This past weekend turned out to be a cooking adventure. We had a couple of parties/picnics to go to so it was a wonderful opportunity to try out some of those beautifully pictured recipes.
One was a pineapple upside down cake with a cheesecake layer. It sounded fairly easy since it was based on a cake mix. I had to buy a lot of stuff because I don’t stock pineapples, maraschino cherries and cream cheese. No problem, we have stores.
There was nothing too weird about the ingredients — no special extracts that cost $20 a pint or spices that have to be imported from alien planets. We are good to go.
Indeed it was easy to put together except you didn’t need all the cake mix. Now why would you create a recipe to use half a box of cake mix? I can’t buy 9 ounce cake mixes in my area.
The directions said to put the batter in a spring form pan which I did. What it didn’t say was that the butter and brown sugar layer at the bottom with the pineapples would leak through the pan and coat the bottom of the oven.
The oven would then fill with smoke, stink up the kitchen with a burning sugar mixture and threaten to set off smoke alarms which in turn would bring out the entire fire department. Did they not test this recipe using equipment us normal folks would have?
There is a happy ending here. The cake was fine. You couldn’t tell that I just about ruined my oven. If I make it again, I will put the batter in a rectangular glass baking dish with parchment paper at the bottom and double the cream cheese layer so I can use the entire cake mix and the whole can of pineapple.
This isn’t the first recipe that didn’t work out as written but I continue to have faith and try new things. Is that the definition of stupidity or is that just faith? Perhaps they can use me as a tester. I am tough on recipes!