"Okay, okay!" I told myself. "The next batch will be easier. You rushed through the first one, probably over kneaded the dough. Let's try this one more time."
This time I made sure I had enough of every ingredient and went to town. I stirred, I poured, and scalded milk appropriately...sorta. The batch came out a gooey mess.
Jon and I each ate one and threw the remaining 6 dozen in the trash. Boo.
One woman's attempt to win her man's heart through his stomach with no cooking skills and a "What-the-Hell" attitude!
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