Ok, so most of you know that I enjoy to cook. Most of you that know that also know that I’m cursed when it comes to baked goods. The curse continues.
I came home today for Thanksgiving break. The family plan this year is to go down to my Aunt Lisa’s beach house near Chesapeake Beach and have Thanksgiving dinner there. As a result, today was the cooking day for us, consisting of pies, bread, buns, and special sauerkraut and green beans.
Well, when I got home, my mother asked for help in the kitchen, which I was happy to provide, as I do enjoy the cooking. Anyway, I had made bread dough and was waiting for it to rise, my mom had made a bunch of pies and was in the process of cooking the first five. She looked in, saw that the mincemeat pie was starting to bubble, and let it be for ~ 15 minutes (The pie needs to boil for a bit to cook the apples). When she checked it later, there was no bubbling. She opened the oven; there was no heat.
Well, turns out that the oven decided to krunk out at that moment, leaving us with five partially cooked and two completely uncooked pies, as well as two pans of buns and my dough that was, still, rising (Ok, so I added the yeast a bit late and it took longer than I expected to rise, what do you want from me!?!). Oh yea, and a 14 pound turkey for Saturday when we have Thanksgiving v2.0.
The outcome ended up being the usage of usable ovens in the neighborhood, (I swear I’m not making this up), in the end, we had our fares spread over three houses. Let me tell you, it’s one heck of an adventure to carry uncooked pies across the street in the dark… without spilling anything. And to watch your mother, who is in a wheelchair, do it too.
End result, we got everything cooked we wanted; the repair guys are coming Saturday… and I want turkey. I also want to eat my green beans with caramelized onions and sherry vinegar, my vecca bread loaf, and my cinnamon buns.