I made the worst fudge earlier. See, when I went to PCC, I worked in the bakery and loved my job. We used to make fudge, but it was a quick kind and was ready in less than a half hour. I found a recipe in Ginny's cookbook for five-minute fudge. It called for chocolate pieces, but I figured I could substitute cocoa powder. First mistake. It also called for evaporated milk. I had sweetened condensced. Second mistake. I also jumped the gun and put the cocoa in before giving the milk, sugar, and salt time to simmer. Mistake number three.
To make a long story short, I ended up melting almost half of the plastic spatula (which, of course, I didn't notice till I was pouring my concoction in the dish). So after if firmed, I cut myself a slice and was content w/ pulling out the many slivers of platic. Until I tasted it, that is. Yyuuuuck! Grainy and all-around nasty. Ick, ick, ick! From now on, I'll follow the recipe book to the "t"!
So as I was typing all that, I looked over at Jill. She had a mouth full of something, and when I looked, I saw the deep finger marks in the butter. I could help laughing, and it was my fault. I left it there in the open, ready for butter-lovers everywhere to take a sample. :D
I'm excited. I had no idea what to do w/ the chicken in our fridge. But I went to allrecipes.com (thank you, Sarah, for this lifesaving website), and found what I think will be a great recipe. Yippee! Oh, and I'm also touched. Contrary to what you may believe, I'm not a bad cook (though I've had my share of failed experiments, let me tell you). But Jon (out of the blue, too) told me that my cooking has improved. *grins* But seriously, I've done most of the cooking since we moved here, so I should hope so. He always did most of it before. Though it's still not one of my favorite things. Maybe I'll be lucky and have a child who enjoys to cook. *crosses fingers*
Oh, yeah, and I just rewrote my bio. I think it's the best so far. Short and to the point. I hated my first one and my second was weird. Maybe I'll make a friend; I read someone else's journal and commented a bunch.
I keep waiting for this kid to move, and he (or she) just doesn't want to! It wasn't till well into my fifth month w/ Jill that I felt her move, but I've heard you can feel the second one sooner. C'mon kid, start kicking!
Sorry for all the rambling. Y'all have a great night!