Well, now, WordPress has clearly decided we’re all running kitchens instead of blogs.
I have now answered four food prompts in the short time I have here. You would swear they were starving over there. Next thing, they’ll be asking for my top three ways to peel a spud.🙄
As for epic cooking or baking fails, I can’t honestly say I’ve had any. Why? Because I’ve enough wit not to be attempting soufflés or wedding cakes. My motto is: if the smoke alarm doesn’t go off, dinner was a triumph.
That said, let me paint you a picture. Once upon a time (in my imagination), I decided I’d bake brown bread like Granny Frass used to. Easy, says I. A bit of flour, a splash of buttermilk, shove it in the oven, job done.
Except in my version, the flour exploded like Mount Vesuvius, the dough welded itself to the mixing bowl, and the smoke rising from the oven could be seen from the next parish. The neighbors thought the house was on fire, and half the village turned up with buckets of water. Epic? Aye. Real? Not a chance.
So here’s my “recipe” for today instead:
- 1 large scoop of sarcasm.
- 2 heaping handfuls of rebellion.
- A sprinkle of Irish wit.
- Stir well and serve with tea (biscuits if you’re posh, Rich Tea if you’re not).
And there you have it, my sideways response to yet another food prompt. Sláinte, and may your cooking failures always be imaginary.
Mae🧡
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