Last week I was completely bummed when I had my first loaf of bread that truly failed. I used the bread machine to mix it, but I put the ingredients into the pan in the wrong order. I should have just mixed it by hand, or been a little more patient and thought it through. At any rate, the bread that I was making for grilled cheese ended up looking like this:
Because it failed, I had to scramble for something else to make for dinner. We have homemade pizza every week in our house. It, like dessert, is a weakness for our palates. But, yum! L4 seems more partial to white-pizza of late, and I prefer it myself, so it has become the norm (white = olive oil & garlic rather than tomato sauce). I was so happy with how the pizza looked and turned out that I took pictures of it after the dismal bread results.
What is your best success or worse failure in the kitchen? I think L4’s birthday cake has been one of my favorite successes of late. And the failures? Well, there’s nothing like making something for dinner that is odious when you have company over! (I seem to remember a nasty pea soup I tried to make while living in NH….) There is something immensely satisfying in making something with my hands to nourish (to some degree, cake maybe not so much…) myself and those I love. Though I’m not a big fan of the mess, I do find that baking and cooking have become another form of creating for me.