I just spent an inordinate amount of time making a cake for an Easter potluck. And it took me forever because I had to make sure everything was clean and safe. I have this fear of metal bits getting into food, and I'd spent the morning putting together some furniture so there had been some metal bits around the apartment.
I cleaned everything, and I was super careful with wiping things down, and then I went and put the blades in my new hand mixer in wrong, and when I took them out to swap them out, I noticed this black stuff in the holes. So I cleaned it with a paper towel and inspected it and it felt sharp. Like metal. I cleaned some more, but I wasn't sure if any got into the cake batter.
I baked the cake anyway, trying to convince myself it was just plastic (black pieces of... something, so it very well could have been just plastic). The cake came out kinda bad (new recipe). So I'm just bringing rolls tomorrow and I'm sitting here feeling like a failure. I KNOW I'M A GOOD COOK. And it's not that I messed up the recipe, it's the metal/plastic/whatever it was.
I have no problem eating this cake myself. But I'd be scared to death to share it. And it makes me want to cry because I want SO BADLY to, someday, cook good food for my husband and kids. (I'm not married now, nor do I have kids.) But I just get so anxious in the kitchen when the food is meant for other people. I just feel like a failure right now.
I cleaned everything, and I was super careful with wiping things down, and then I went and put the blades in my new hand mixer in wrong, and when I took them out to swap them out, I noticed this black stuff in the holes. So I cleaned it with a paper towel and inspected it and it felt sharp. Like metal. I cleaned some more, but I wasn't sure if any got into the cake batter.
I baked the cake anyway, trying to convince myself it was just plastic (black pieces of... something, so it very well could have been just plastic). The cake came out kinda bad (new recipe). So I'm just bringing rolls tomorrow and I'm sitting here feeling like a failure. I KNOW I'M A GOOD COOK. And it's not that I messed up the recipe, it's the metal/plastic/whatever it was.
I have no problem eating this cake myself. But I'd be scared to death to share it. And it makes me want to cry because I want SO BADLY to, someday, cook good food for my husband and kids. (I'm not married now, nor do I have kids.) But I just get so anxious in the kitchen when the food is meant for other people. I just feel like a failure right now.