I HATE baking! Hate, hate hate So, we're doing the Thanksgiving thing at work, and the only stipulation is that the food you bring you must make yourself. I happen to have some blueberries I need to use up, so I decide on muffins. "How hard can it be?" I says to self, apparently forgetting that those are the 5 words most likely to get me in trouble right after "Sure, make mine a double."
And now it's after midnight. The first batch an utter disaster. (Easy-release pan, my ass.) Second batch is sad, so I'm going for the third batch. If this doesn't work, I'm going to tell them, "Yeah, I made it. I made the trip to Wal-mart."
Any bunnies have Thanksgiving meal horror tales?
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