Happy Day to you, my awesomenesses!
I’m about to share with you the part about cooking that sucks.
Apparently, if a recipe (also known as the directions behind the Knorr package for Alfredo Sauce) asks for “1 1/2 cups of milk” and you add THREE cups of milk, this does not give you more yumminess – although you would think it would on account of SIMPLE MATH.
In fact, “more” – as my daughter informed me earlier this week – is “much, MUCH less” in this case.
She was compelled to tell me this right after I told her that, “this is how it’s SUPPOSED to turn out.” (“This” in reference to our dinner pictured above.)
And as a side note, which isn’t really a side note because we’re still talking about the same incident labeled “#AnotherDinnerFail”, she walked out of the kitchen shaking her head in disgust while muttering a single word under her breath. A word I didn’t even know still existed in today’s day and age.
The word?
“Rebel.”
Conclusion:
My daughter has somehow made the connection between “teenager me” who naturally went against authority, and grown-up me who naturally can’t follow a recipe.
She’s a genius.
Or the reincarnation of Freud.
Funny that she called you a rebel!!!
BTW – did y’all eat the food?
Good question! Is “reluctantly” an answer? 🙂
I have a problem following recipes too…which is why I am really bad at baking. You usually need things to be exact with that. I’ve got a lot of baking “fails” under my belt…so many that my family now groans if they see me trying to bake.
I Hear you, Michelle! My daughter actually made a poster over the summer that said: Dear Mom, you are no longer allowed in the kitchen alone. (It was very funny to see this clipped to the fridge.)
Too funny! You would think more milk would be more awesome. I really like milk.
It just ended watering it down; not “milking it up” – as I had expected 🙂
Yeah You Are!
Yup. And without a cause 🙂