I thought about posting this over at KarenZipdrive's Food, but that blog is about good food, not mistake-y food.
Big Sis and I attempted to make Easter dinner on Sunday.
She is the Empress of potato salad, producing a salad of creamy, firm chunks of baby red skinned potatoes in just the right mixture of mayo, celery, hard boiled eggs and other potato salady delights.
Except this time, the spuds cooked too long, the hard boiled eggs were under boiled and it all turned into a sort of mashed potato salad.
I would have teased her, except for the apple spice layer cake with cream cheese & toasted walnut frosting that I attempted to make.
See, I forgot to add the three large eggs, and I added too many apple chunks, and I under-baked it, so I renamed it English apple puddin' because it had no resemblance to any cake I ever saw. Then I re-renamed it, "vagina cake," because it looked bad but tasted good.
Big Sis opined that we have apparently forgotten how to cook because, "we are both too old to care anymore."
In truth, I think it may have had something to do with an herbal product we may or may not have imbibed earlier, but who knows? She might be right.
Still, some good came from the mushy melange.
We now know that when we get really old and toothless, we will still be able to cook tasty, mushy dishes the whole family can gum together.
And yes, we did have yellow Peeps, but they were kinda hard to chew.