Fail plus fail equals win. No, no. Stick with me here.
Last summer I made strawberry jam...win, right? No, fail: I didn't believe all those people that said "Never double a batch of jam!" Not only did I not believe them, I quadrupled it. I am the proud guardian of a closet FULL of botched up strawberry jam.
Then, last week I made a yogurt cake. Yogurt, self-rising flour, oil...easiest cake in the world. Also the densest, oiliest thing I have EVER put in front of my pansy-bellied family. They were too scared to even take a bite, which left me (days later) with an increasingly stale loaf of cake. Fail, right?
A-hah! No fail. Slice the cake! Toast the cake! Top with ice cream. Drizzle with failed strawberry jam*.
Total win.
Wait . . . can strawberries, sugar and lemon juice ever really be a "fail?"
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Myrnie is a do-it-yourself kind of mom. Which basically means she'd rather not drive to the store, thankyouverymuch.
Last summer I made strawberry jam...win, right? No, fail: I didn't believe all those people that said "Never double a batch of jam!" Not only did I not believe them, I quadrupled it. I am the proud guardian of a closet FULL of botched up strawberry jam.
Then, last week I made a yogurt cake. Yogurt, self-rising flour, oil...easiest cake in the world. Also the densest, oiliest thing I have EVER put in front of my pansy-bellied family. They were too scared to even take a bite, which left me (days later) with an increasingly stale loaf of cake. Fail, right?
A-hah! No fail. Slice the cake! Toast the cake! Top with ice cream. Drizzle with failed strawberry jam*.
Total win.
Wait . . . can strawberries, sugar and lemon juice ever really be a "fail?"
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Myrnie is a do-it-yourself kind of mom. Which basically means she'd rather not drive to the store, thankyouverymuch.