It Could Have Been Worse

It's not pretty. It's still brown. It's still gooey. The cake did not rise to an appropriate level, and the slices of kiwi are not where I left them.

I guess, it could have been worse. Some how. In some way.

I still have high hopes that'll it taste good...

I realize now that I may have left off out a crucial part of the recipe:

" *Put on your apron - mix yourself a drink. Maker's on the rocks is nice. "

I'm sure that integral step would have improved something, even if it was only my disposition. And I don't mean the apron...what kind of sissy actually wears an apron?

The good thing is I already had a fabulous dinner planned for us...to compensate for a sub-conscience premonition of imminent doom?Perhaps. Eh, who knows?!

Last night's dinner will be hard to top, but tonight's is definately at the very top of my favorites list: Perfectly marbled, ribeye steaks; baked potatoes w/ butter and sour cream; and a fresh green vegetable - which this evening will be locally grown, organic zuchini sliced in half, olive oiled, seasoned, & grilled. Mmmm. Accompanied by a nice red wine blend, the only thing that would make this meal any better [besides a dessert cooked the way it's supposed to be] would be a nice lobster tail and the only reason I didn't go procur a couple of those is that I thought it would be just too much food. Knowing I could have lobster makes me happy enough.

So, lessons learned?

~Live & learn.

~Play to your strengths, stick with what you're good at, & leave the baking to the apron-wearers of the world.

~Don't be too hard on yourself the first time you attempt something new.

~Just go ahead and ask Jeff's Momma for her recipe.

~And always bake with a little bourbon...maybe even add some to the cake!