I had all these plans. Big, big plans. Plans for bar cookies and fudge, plans for pineapple curd and tartlet shells.
And yesterday morning I went to work at it. I made coconut-white chocolate fudge on the stove. While it was cooling I made my favorite bar cookie recipe. You know--those cookies your friends always ask for at Christmastime.
The cookies failed. I think it was because I used a different pan. The old glass one broke on my stupid ceramic-tile floor.
Then I made the pineapple curd. What could be simpler? You combine everything & whisk on the stove until thick. So I whisked, and whisked, and whisked. And it all turned to lumps. Pineapple-flavored scrambled eggs, if you will.
Later, when I pulled the fudge out of the refrigerator to cut into pieces, it was too soft. The flavor was outstanding--but it didn't set up properly.
The fudge above was so absurdly squishy that I even tried rolling itin more loose coconut--it still flattened at room temperature. Bummer.
And for dinner, Mr.W brought home fast food. No sense in causing us both to suffer through whatever horrible meal was destined to come out of the kitchen last night. I was obviously having a bad food day.
Our holiday party is scheduled for this Saturday, so it'll be a tray of store-bought cookies for them! Oh, well. There are worse things in life than having a bad day in the kitchen.
It still ticks me off, though.
