Thursday, December 20, 2012

We aren't all cut out to be Betty Crocker's apprentice

I suppose another year of holiday baking is in order. Which means another year of tears and frustration in the kitchen. I wonder if people would notice if I bought the cookies and repackaged them in holiday tins..?

Case one: Oreo Bon Bons.
This recipe seemed so simple to make. Cream cheese, and Oreos. Mix them, roll into a ball and put in almond bark. My blender decided this was too much of a task and didn't appreciate these ingredients. I was getting irritated my ingredients were not mixing. Advice was given that I need a food processor. I also needed more Oreo cookies. They seemed to go fast with this recipe... hmm...
Since all of my kitchen tools have been handed down to me so those who know how to cook could upgrade, I obviously didn't realize the price of a food processor.. I guess when I'm old and lose my teeth, this will come in handy. I purchased the cheapest processor and felt confident that I would make the best cookies ever. As the processor was blending the ingredients I could feel the presence of Rachael Ray  mocking my ability to complete my batch. Screw you, Ray. (another oreo cookie enters my mouth and not the processor) I made three dozen and I'm out. Now searching for some Baileys...to go with my Oreos..


Case two: Pretzel Hugs.
Little One made this recipe so yes I am starting my cookie night out with a recipe from an 8 year old. What would go wrong? Apparently, Hershey hugs and kisses are totally different. Well, the lady at the store was not helpful in explaining the difference witch is a crucial difference in making these pretzels. She explained to me several times they are out of hugs. How can you be out of hugs? At this point as I'm throwing my kisses in the cart, I need a hug. Little one is specific on how the process goes and I'm getting a little uneasy that I am going to let her down. We have to race to unwrap all the kisses and put them on the pretzel. She beat me and sad to say she didn't eat one kiss.. I ate one... we were short a kiss. I tried the, How about I give you a real kiss ? huhm.. didn't work. I got a weird blank stare. Ho hum, I put the pretzels in the oven fully expecting to open it back up and some weird green glob monster would slime out. 2 minutes later I took them (no glob monster) out and we smashed M&Ms in the kiss. I think next year the Little One will be in charge of all the cookie making.
                              





Case three: Peanut Butter Cookies
I was anxious with this batch because its a swift move to add the first set of ingredients, let them boil and then add the second set and then quickly put them on the wax paper. I followed the steps perfectly and as I am putting a spoonful on the wax paper I hear behind me, "Ewww.. that looks like poop" grumbling to myself.. I'm done making cookies this year. They are plopped on the paper and look like a blob of liquid diarrhea. I tried to add green sprinkles. Didn't think that one through. Sprinkly green poop.

Anyone want a tin of our holiday cookies this year?