I always wondered why my mom seemed so distracted all the time. In fact, I used to wonder if she was getting Alzheimer's at the premature age of 40. It seemed like all the time she would say things like, "I feel like I'm losing my mind." or "What was it I was just doing?"
Turns out you just have to have a baby and then you can say goodbye to your mental capacity of yore. I remember reading in the What to Expect book about how pregnancy makes you forget things. I assume that is hormonal or physical in some way. It never tells you that after you give birth you actually lose your mind completely and it has nothing to do with YOU.
I love pinterest. Anyone who says they don't and has spent more than 10 minutes on it is lying. Period. I cook new recipes from pinterest on a weekly, even daily basis. And so far I have had great success with them.
I know there are websites dedicated to pinterest fails. You see beautiful creations and then you make the same thing and it looks like poop. Or at least not at all like the pretty pinterest picture.
This week I had a cake fail. Unfortunately I can't blame pinterest in any way. I can only blame Cora. And blame her I will - in fact I look forward to blaming her for many, many things to come. I'm sure she is looking forward to the same. I mean, blaming me for all her problems. It should be mutually rewarding.
This is the cake I tried to make:
A delicious pecan pie-like cake that looked melt-in-your-mouth delicious. Oh man, my moth is watering now just looking at this picture.
This is the cake I made:
If you think they look the same it's time for you to see your local eye doctor. There is not one similarity between these two cakes. In fact you can see the caramel (not) goo in mine is just pooping out all over the plate. And looks and tastes nothing like caramel. Just one difference worth noting.
Why such disparity? I messed up every single part of this recipe. Each stage of it. I made the caramel crap, put it in the fridge only to discover that while trying to bounce Cora and put banana in her mouth I had somehow forgotten the 1/2 cup of cornstarch. So I took the goo out of the fridge and mixed it in after the fact. I'm sure the part where it all got cooked together wasn't important. Clearly.
In making the cake I forgot to add something as well. Perhaps that is because I was tryng to keep Cora from scratching her face off while screaming at me.
And finally you may notice that there are 3 layers in the top cake which I completely missed in making TWO cakes. Which may or may not have impacted how long it needed to back and the density, and how much goo was in the cake.
Yup, a baby-fail. Pinterest, I still believe in you. You haven't failed me yet. But as for cooking with Cora....FAIL. I think James can now look forward to a lifetime of mediocre food. And I can honestly say....I was a great cook. I've tasted other people's food so I know this.
It may also be worth noting that when I finished assembling this cake, and after Sopo (our nanny) arrived I looked at it blankly and told her, "I want to punch that cake." I wish I had.
Turns out you just have to have a baby and then you can say goodbye to your mental capacity of yore. I remember reading in the What to Expect book about how pregnancy makes you forget things. I assume that is hormonal or physical in some way. It never tells you that after you give birth you actually lose your mind completely and it has nothing to do with YOU.
I love pinterest. Anyone who says they don't and has spent more than 10 minutes on it is lying. Period. I cook new recipes from pinterest on a weekly, even daily basis. And so far I have had great success with them.
I know there are websites dedicated to pinterest fails. You see beautiful creations and then you make the same thing and it looks like poop. Or at least not at all like the pretty pinterest picture.
This week I had a cake fail. Unfortunately I can't blame pinterest in any way. I can only blame Cora. And blame her I will - in fact I look forward to blaming her for many, many things to come. I'm sure she is looking forward to the same. I mean, blaming me for all her problems. It should be mutually rewarding.
This is the cake I tried to make:
This is the cake I made:
If you think they look the same it's time for you to see your local eye doctor. There is not one similarity between these two cakes. In fact you can see the caramel (not) goo in mine is just pooping out all over the plate. And looks and tastes nothing like caramel. Just one difference worth noting.
Why such disparity? I messed up every single part of this recipe. Each stage of it. I made the caramel crap, put it in the fridge only to discover that while trying to bounce Cora and put banana in her mouth I had somehow forgotten the 1/2 cup of cornstarch. So I took the goo out of the fridge and mixed it in after the fact. I'm sure the part where it all got cooked together wasn't important. Clearly.
In making the cake I forgot to add something as well. Perhaps that is because I was tryng to keep Cora from scratching her face off while screaming at me.
And finally you may notice that there are 3 layers in the top cake which I completely missed in making TWO cakes. Which may or may not have impacted how long it needed to back and the density, and how much goo was in the cake.
Yup, a baby-fail. Pinterest, I still believe in you. You haven't failed me yet. But as for cooking with Cora....FAIL. I think James can now look forward to a lifetime of mediocre food. And I can honestly say....I was a great cook. I've tasted other people's food so I know this.
It may also be worth noting that when I finished assembling this cake, and after Sopo (our nanny) arrived I looked at it blankly and told her, "I want to punch that cake." I wish I had.
I like that you used the word poop in this post twice.
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