I was going to make a blog post about how I slaved away in the kitchen for like 10 hours making some sausage balls for a Holiday party I was going to attend.
I went to Target, got all the ingredients and then spent the better part of my night perfecting these delicacies. They were going to be amazing.
And then I was going to talk about how Luke was my tester and would test all the batches of sausage balls for me, approving each one, saying "they looked a little different than usual but tasted great".
I had them packaged and read for the party and then....
I had this conversation with my mom via email.
Me, sitting in my office, my mom in her classroom full of 4 year olds.
This is the EXACT conversation word for word:
Me: I made sausage balls last night for a christmas party I have tonight. I don't think I am a very good cook. I followed the instructions to a T but they look kinda burnt, but I had to cook them a long time to get the sausage in the middle cooked. I haven't learned all the cooking secrets yet!
Mom: Megan did you brown the sausage first? You were to cook the sausage first then mix it.
Me: WHAT. NOBODY TOLD ME THAT OMIGOSH.
Mom: Where did you get the recipe? I’m worried about them. You must brown the meat then mix with the baking mix.
Me: I threw them away. I have eaten like 10 I hope i don't get sick.I have no idea how to cook
Mom: OMYGOSH!!! The recipe should have told you!! It’s my fault. I should have taught you guys instead of always doing it. I’ll start now with Haley. [haley is my younger sister]
Me: Yeah the recipe didn't say to brown the meat.I feel like an idoit. I hope Luke and I don't get sick. We ate like twenty.
Things learned from this conversation.
1. Clearly my mom and I are very dramatic people.
2. I exaggerate badly. I went from saying that I ate 10 sausage balls to saying that I ate 20 in one email.
3. I will NOT be starting a cooking blog anytime in the near future
4. I will have nightmares of rotton sausage balls forever
5. I find it hilarious that my mom lives an hour and a half away from me, did not help me make the sausage balls, was no where near me, yet she blames herself.
Gotta love moms!
Have you ever had a complete 'common sense blunder'??
Obviously I was supposed to brown the meat, I'm a somewhat smart person, common sense just left me for one night.
I ended up taking cupcakes from Target to the party.
Only one of them got eaten.
Maybe you only take cupcakes to your 2nd graders brithday in their classroom.
Not your work party full of professionals.
The sausage balls would have been a hit - minus the raw meat.