I found this picture on my camera one day. My daughter and husband had been making fun of my habit of taking food photos. Funny, aren’t they.
I hesitate to tell you this kitchen flop, because you will know what a strange sense of humor my family has. Of course, you can see a bit of that in this picture. Hang with me for a minute. I think I might be about to embarrass myself. Or at least my family.
First you need to hear this story:
A 3 year old girl was sitting next to her mom in church one day. The pastor prayed in a baritone voice, “Oh Father, we are but dust…” The little girl tugged on her mom’s sleeve and whispered as only a 3 year old can, in a voice loud enough for the whole congregation to hear, “Mommy, what’s butt dust?”
So, the other night I was trying to make a new recipe for Picnic Bars. It called to mix the dry ingredients and cut the butter into it. Save some back for a topping and press the rest into the pan. Well, I followed those direction, but it was just dust. There was no way it would press into a pan. I grabbed some more butter and mixed it in, all the time wondering out loud what was wrong with the recipe and why it was just dust.
About this time, my oldest daughter walked in and quoted, “Oh Father, we are but dust”. Someone else in the house, remembering the punch line to that joke picked it up and said I was making Butt Dust Brownies.
I finally figured out what was wrong with the Butt Dust Brownies. I’d left out the 2 eggs. It didn’t keep us from eating them though.
Have you had any kitchen flops lately? Share with me.