I’m always sharing with you my delicious recipes with beautiful photos of the end product, but today I’m going to show you what happens behind the scenes. Warning–it’s not pretty.
It all started with my persistence, determination or some would call it–stubbornness. Some months ago, I got a srong desire to try baking something new and challenging but not hard. So I found a recipe for cream puffs. I read the recipe and it looked pretty easy so I went for it.
Well, if you’ve ever made cream puffs at high altitude you won’t be surprise with my results. The first batch didn’t rise. So I tried it again, this time I watched a YouTube video just in case I was missing an important step. The second batch puffed up some but then the minute I opened the oven–it deflated and so did my enthusiasm.
I’m stubborn, so I tried it again. This time I read more articles on it and I got more tips under my belt and I tried again. I could feel it in my bones–this batch was going to be a success. So this time I lowered the temperature, left them in the oven to cool down and I didn’t open the door. It was puffy and I danced with glee but 10 seconds later it deflated. I almost cursed and I’m not a cursing girl.
Two hours later, my kitchen is a mess, I’m a mess and I’m pissed. Seriously, pissed at the cream puffs. I just couldn’t believe how such an easy recipe could go so wrong.
Now fast forward to a few months later. Last week, I was having some girlfriends over and I thought I’d make some pumpkin stuffed cream puffs. Apparently, I was delirious and had forgotten about my catastrophic encounter with them only a few months ago. So once again, I tried taming this monster. But it was worse, this time it didn’t even puff up. So I quickly recalled all the drama and frustration from last time. But remember I’m stubborn.
So I tried again. Well, to make a long story short, 12 eggs later I couldn’t get the damn cream puffs to puff up. My company was arriving and I had nothing but a messy kitchen to show for it. Oh and flat as pancakes cream puffs.
I hate you cream puffs!
Seriously though, apparently the problem is the altitude. Since I ended up with lots of batches of cream mixture I tried to redeem myself and the next morning I tried making popovers–another fail. So I just added more flour to it and made a pancake with apple on it. I hate wasting food so this was the best I could do. Since I have no idea how I made this apple cream puff/popover mess, I won’t share a recipe.
Before you applaud me for being resourceful, let me tell you about my 2nd cooking failure.
I’ll start with making excuses for myself. It’s been a crazy week for me. I was sick. My son was sick. Someone in my family passed away. We kicked off our teen mom program. It was my turn to host our preschool co-op. My husband has been gone more than I would like….
Okay enough of the whining. This week in our homeschool science lesson we’ve been doing all things pumpkin. One of the things we did was dissect a pumpkin. We had lots of fun with that. Well, the plan was to cook the pumpkin after we were done dissecting and observing it.
I had great plans for my pumpkin puree.
Pumpkin bread. Pumpkin cookies. Pumpkin soup.
So I popped it in the crockpot that evening. I kept telling myself not to forget about it. My husband asked me that night if it was ready for me to turn off, and it wasn’t so we left it in. But between getting the boys to bed and cleaning up the kitchen I totally forgot. I even went to bed thinking, did I leave the oven on. Then I remembered I never baked anything but I didn’t remember that I stuck the pumpkin in the crockpot.
I went running the next morning and I still didn’t remember. 18 hours later it looked like this.
Oh, it looks awful. I’m thankful that I didn’t burn my house down.
I promise I can cook. I have made pumpkin in the crockpot lots of times before–successfully. See here’s proof that I can make it without ending up with a piece of coal in my crockpot.
I can laugh about it now. Hopefully, you got a kick out of my epic Pinterest fails in the kitchen.