Cooking Adventures **UPDATED**

I learned the other day that I should learn to cook/bake because I am now at the point where I am getting older and I should learn to cook or I will never impress a man.

Needless to say.

The past couple of nights have been filled with flour.

I wish I had a working camera to document the insanity that has happened in both my kitchen and Superman's kitchen.

Last night I made cookie dough truffles (yes, instead of doing homework or writing a blog...internet was down and I was feeling lazy). Of course me, being as cheap as I am, decided it is completely not worth it to own kitchen essentials such as a microwave or you know, an electric mixer...

This is what my kitchen looks like after that disaster

I also don't own mixing spoons.

But I was DETERMINED. Seriously, if anyone was going to do it, it was going to be me. It was like the world depended on my cooking abilities to be successful in order for the survival of the world.

[Side note: If you haven't heard about the dead birds, my cooking could have saved them, I was so dedicated]

I was stirring until I almost lost my arm because it said I had to make the butter all creamy with the sugar. Then you have to add flour and all the other crap that goes into cookie dough.

I almost caught on fire, except for I was by myself so I wouldn't have been able to utilize my wonderful Boyfriend Test. Best Friend said he was glad I didn't catch on fire because I would be in pain and he would have to put cream on me. Two things that are not fun for either of us.

This is how I almost caught on fire

Anyway, the cookie dough truffles ended up being successful. I brought them to work and shared them with my coworkers. I figured it was healthier for me to share or else I would eat them all up quickly.

It didn't stop there.

I went over to Superman's house to make waffles and bake challah with him.

Waffles = messy success
Challah = messier MAYBE success

We learned 2 things - sometimes it IS necessary for me to make him call his parents in front of me or he could just listen to me in the first place.
Also, we learned that whole wheat flour is not the same as the regular all purpose flour. OOPS. (Thank you to E-Rock's mom...I definitely was unable to help him realize that making challah healthy just isn't worth it)

It was an adventure.

After all that experience I have decided to use a cookbook and learn me some tricks in the kitchen.
I am still the master at making drinks though, so I figure I can do that and Superman is now in charge of food.

How does that sound, deer?

I am "off work" for the next couple days - expect me to dream up creatively amazing things to write about. I'll also document some more adventures WITH photographic proof (not just my amazing drawings) to share. :)