Don't you just hate it when you find the perfect recipe for Candied Pecans, and then, even though you are so tired you could fall asleep at the table, you instead spend over 4 hours bent over a bowl picking every bit of shell out of the perfect pecan halves, and then you tweak that perfect recipe to make it even more perfect and you carefully coat the pecans with fresh egg whites from your own chickens and then you coat each pecan morsel with the spicy sugared coating and then you spread them in an even layer in a pan and you gently place them in the warm oven and you slowly bake those sugary, tasty candied pecans at 225 degrees for half an hour, and then you stir them and taste them and they are heavenly and you put them back in to roast for a few more minutes
and then
your 11-year-old daughter walks through the kitchen and she hears a timer buzzing and she tries to turn it off but instead turns the oven temperature knob, then she tries to set it back where it was, but instead turns it to 350 degrees, and then she wonders if that is the right temperature, but instead of asking you she just walks off, and then the perfect sugary, tasty candied pecans that were going to make beautiful Christmas gifts for family and friends sit there in the hot, hot oven and roast, and then toast, and then brown, and then burn and then turn to charcoal as the kitchen fills with smoke.
Don't you just hate it when that happens? Me, too.
1 comment:
This cracked me up! What a bummer!!!
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