I don’t know why, but every time I turn around, bad things happen when I attempt to cook anything beyond the tried and true basics.
I never seem to remember this when I should, though.
So, about ten days ago, Ellie’s teacher gave me a starter for Friendship Bread. Over the time since, Ellie and I have had fun squeezing the bag, feeding it, and burping the bag as needed.
So tonight was day ten! Whoo hoo… time to cook!
Ellie and I started to put the ingredients together. We dutifully measured out the starters to give away and/or keep. Then we started mixing the bread ingredients together.
Here is where it went wrong.
Since Alan was standing next to the draw with the measuring cups and spoons (watching in satisfied delight as his wife and daughter did the Martha Stewart number), I said, “Honey, could you hand me a 1 teaspoon measuring spoon?”
He rummaged around in the drawer and said, “I found a 1/2 teaspoon. Will that do?”
Sure! Great opportunity to teach Ellie fractions.
So we’re going along…
1 tsp baking soda…
1 1/2 tsp baking powder…
1 tsp salt…
2 tsp cinnamon…
Then I stopped. And blinked. And pounded my head against the fridge.
The measuring spoon said “1/2 tbsp” on the handle.
We finished adding all the ingredients (after skimming off as much of the pile of cinnamon as we could) and threw the mess in a pan and into the oven.
I’m making hubby eat whatever comes out of the oven. I figure he deserves it.