I love to cook, really I do. I love buying fresh ingredients and conjuring up fabulous dishes to amaze myself (and anybody else who might be hanging around at dinner time). Mostly myself though!
So last night I wanted to make some chicken pies, 6 mini ones, one larger for dinner, and one to take to work today. I braised up some diced chicken, leeks, bacon and mushrooms for the pie, then pulled a packet of puff-pastry out of the freezer (one thing I don’t make is pastry from scratch).
I filled the mini-pans with some rounds of pastry and popped in some ‘ceramic balls’ to blind-bake them. Into the oven, then ten minutes later pulled them out…to find that the pastry had cooked OVER the balls…I forgot to put baking-paper in first. :smack:
Six pastry cases were fiddled and diddled to get the balls out, then thrown into the garden to feed the local bird population. All good, no worries, I’ll do two of the bigger ones, right?
THIS time I remembered the baking paper. Smug as all buggery, I pulled them out of the oven after 10 minutes…
Guess who’d forgotten to pull the blue polythene sheet off the bottom of the pastry that was now cooked and shrivelled into the base?
:smack:
I still have the braise mix…I’m making savoury pancakes tonight!
Heh, at least now I don’t feel so bad.
The other day I threw a bag of Uncle Ben’s microwavable rice in the MW. Thing is though, I forgot to vent the bag. So about a minute in I hear this explosion that damn near gave me a heart attack. Went to the MW and there was rice everywhere!
I don’t know, I made my own pastry just the other day and it was a pain in the rear. Then, because my quiches didn’t bake evenly/the same I had one nice crust and one that was super greasy. Store bought works just fine assuming you follow the directions.
I’d made extra of an Indian curry sauce, stored it in a plastic food storage container, and put it in the fridge. The next night after work, I took it out to start making dinner with it. The lid to the container was made of a rather stiff plastic, and I was struggling a bit with opening it. The next thing I knew, the lid had popped off forcefully and the container had spilled its contents on the floor and on the bottom of my light tan pants. The sauce had a lot of very staining ingredients like turmeric in it. I stared in horror, then called out to my husband that we were ordering food for delivery, stripped the pants off, and cleaned up the mess.
