You know those people who are just genius's in the kitchen? They whip up deliciousness like they were born with a wooden spoon in their hand.
Yeah, I'm not one of them.
Don't get me wrong - I can cook. A few things. But something always seems to be a little wrong. Its just never perfect. I feel like I'm always apologising for that flaw.
"Sorry its a little dry."
"Sorry the middle of the cake is undercooked."
"Sorry for putting in 1/4 cup of baking powder into the cupcakes instead of a 1/4 of a teaspoon." (Yes, I actually did this.)
My sister, however, is a culinary genius. In fact, she wears an apron and everything. Quite often after dinner she'll pull out this amazing desert, nonchalantly place it on the table and be like,
"I just don't think I got the *insert minor detail here* right," while the rest of us are looking on drooling.
Sometimes, I can't even open cans.
Tonight, however, I am attempting my hand in the kitchen. (Stop shuddering. I've never actually poisoned anyone.) I'm going to try and create "Mint choc-chip coconut milk ice-cream" and cross my fingers that it turns out like it did for the person who posted the recipe. Because it looks delicious, and I really really hope that I can master it.
There's this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that it will be an icy, gloopy, coconutty mess.
So, here is a picture of the master piece I will be trying to recreate -
Stay tuned to fine out if I fail! succeed!
Yeah, I'm not one of them.
Don't get me wrong - I can cook. A few things. But something always seems to be a little wrong. Its just never perfect. I feel like I'm always apologising for that flaw.
"Sorry its a little dry."
"Sorry the middle of the cake is undercooked."
"Sorry for putting in 1/4 cup of baking powder into the cupcakes instead of a 1/4 of a teaspoon." (Yes, I actually did this.)
My sister, however, is a culinary genius. In fact, she wears an apron and everything. Quite often after dinner she'll pull out this amazing desert, nonchalantly place it on the table and be like,
"I just don't think I got the *insert minor detail here* right," while the rest of us are looking on drooling.
Sometimes, I can't even open cans.
Tonight, however, I am attempting my hand in the kitchen. (Stop shuddering. I've never actually poisoned anyone.) I'm going to try and create "Mint choc-chip coconut milk ice-cream" and cross my fingers that it turns out like it did for the person who posted the recipe. Because it looks delicious, and I really really hope that I can master it.
There's this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that it will be an icy, gloopy, coconutty mess.
So, here is a picture of the master piece I will be trying to recreate -
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