You probably didn't know this, but I
type my blogs with a disability. Yes, that's right; the “y” key
on my keyboard is dented and falls off. I muddle through, but as you
read, just keep it in mind.
It happened like this: I was baking.
All the worst things begin with me baking, and it didn't help that I
was in our tiny kitchen with limited counter space. We were
responsible for providing a treat for a Family Home Evening we were
attending with friends, and I had decided to make a trifle. Despite
their name, trifles are not a dessert of small consequence. Although,
in all honesty, it's just a chunked up cake layered with toppings and
pudding layered in to make it look better than the average cake.
The cake had been baked and I had begun
to cut out cubes to stack in our best glass bowl. Unfortunately, as I
mixed the pudding to spread, my already too-small counter seemed to
shrink even more. It was either that, or the cake pan suddenly leapt
off the edge. At any rate, I watched in horror as my cake pan, with
at least half of the cake still in it,
fell
to
the ground, striking the y key on the
laptop as it fell.
So, I did what any self-respecting
individual in my situation would have done; I picked up the pieces of
chocolate cake, broke off the parts that touched the ground, and
salvaged the rest. I know this was okay because I watched my Aunt
Terri lead an army of spoon-wielding nieces and nephews to save a pie
that had fallen to the ground—by eating it off the gravel. This is
also why I laughed incredibly hard at the part in “Julie and Julia”
when she drops the chicken on the ground and ends up lying on her
back in the kitchen having a meltdown. The number of times I've found
myself on the kitchen floor lamenting my cooking abilities and the
mere fact that I have to cook dinner is more than I'd care to admit.
I promise this was the only time I did
something of this sort. To date, anyway. But you may be able to see
“Y” cooking is so stressful for me. (And “Y” you may want to
avoid eating my cooking . . .)
