Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Would you like some candy little girl?

Last night after dinner, I was in the kitchen working diligently on what turned out to be an unfortunate series of cooking disasters. (more on that later, right now, the disappointment is too fresh, and it might take a day or two to see any humor in the situation) (but seriously, my mom is a FABULOUS cook. She makes all sorts of candy, fudge, cookies, you name it, mom makes it and it always turns out great. What I want to know is why that "Holiday treat making" gene didn't get passed on to me?) (and whoever the wise guy was who said that my mini muffin pan had a non stick coating on it is pure evil in my book. If it really was non stick, then things shouldn't stick to it, right? You shouldn't need to use a fork/spoon/jackhammer to get the stuff to come out of the pan, mangling the treat beyond recognition)

Anyway................

I'm in the kitchen working, my hands are messy, and the doorbell rings. I start to quickly wash my hands so I can answer the door, but Brielle and Aaron beat me to it. They came into the kitchen with a bag full of chocolates and said "Look! Sweets!"
"Oh how nice!" I said, because I really love it when someone delivers chocolate to my front door, "Who brought it?"

The kids looked at each other, then back at me and said "I don't know."

"Did you recognize this person at all?"

Brielle answered "Well, it was an older man. He looked like someone who might sit on the back row at church."
"Was it Brother Parker?"
"No, this guy was shorter and younger."
I couldn't think of anyone else fitting that description. "So does he always sit on the back row?" I asked.
"No" Brielle said "I didn't say that he sat on the back row at church, I said that he looked like someone who might sit on the back row at church."

(OK, that really cleared it up)

She went on to give more of a description, about 60 years old, kind of short blondish/brownish hair, glasses, drives a Honda, had a lady waiting for him in the car (whom she might or might not have recognized, she wasn't sure)...................but we still couldn't figure out who it was that brought us the candy.

So basically, our daughter is taking candy from strangers.

Of course that didn't stop us from eating the candy. (again, chocolate brought directly to the front door, like I'm not going to eat that?)

It's been 24 hours and we're all still alive and healthy.

And Brielle is not allowed to answer the door by herself anymore.




P.S. I'm cooking a turkey tomorrow. I've never cooked a turkey before. Please cross your fingers and wish me luck that my recent string of culinary disasters will come to an end before I get this bird in the oven.

21 comments:

InkMom said...

The first time I cooked a turkey, I was feeling all great about it because it looked good and it smelled good and it actually tasted good. But when I got it out of the pan, I noticed this weird white bag hanging out of the neck cavity. Yep, you guessed it. I neglected to remove the bag if giblets before I roasted the bird.

So if you can avoid that mistake, you'll be at least better off than I was the first time!

Merry Christmas, and good luck!

Kristina P. said...

I'm sure it will be delicious! Or, it will be horrible and you will have to go out to a Chinese food place.

Merry Christmas, Jill! I will see you next week!

utmomof5 said...

Good luck with the turkey and I sooooo would have eaten the chocolate too :)

MamaHenClucks said...

We eat candy taken from strangers around here, too. Sweets = yummy= please eat them. Perhaps I'm failing in teaching them not to take candy from strangers??

My first turkey stayed raw. We ended up eating the sides only and having turkey enchiladas the next day. I think my oven didn't work right, or at least that's what I tell myself!

Have a wonderful Christmas!

Jillene said...

HAHAHAHA!! That is HILARIOUS!! At least she didn't yell--"Hey mom!! It's then BIG Chocolate guy from church at the door!" Z did that when a VERY LARGE Polynesian man came to the door with Christmas goodies. Good times!!

I hope that you and your family have a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Maraiya said...

I know - people should never be allowed to call something non-stick. My non-stick cake pans? Always get lined with grease and flour.

I'm sorry the kitchen stuff sucked. i completely relate!

Annette Lyon said...

You can't NOT eat the chocolate. Of course.

rychelle said...

good call on eating the stranger candy. besides, if i'm gonna die, let it be death by chocolate!

merry christmas!

b. said...

lol rychelle!

That'd bug me too...

Merry Christmas!!

The Boob Nazi said...

You'll do well, don't worry! Turkeys aren't as complicated as they seem!

Motorcycle Grandma said...

Your kitchen disaster seems to have been similar to my Thanksgiving disaster. But my turkey turned out fine.

Hint: Use one of those roasting bag to cook your turkey. Follow the simple directions and your turkey will be perfect. After years of cooking the turkey by more traditional means, I landed on the bags several years ago. Always works.

And, oh yeah - be sure to remove the neck and giblets before cooking.

SuburbanCorrespondent said...

Non-stick never works for me, either.

Bonnie the Boss said...

I hope your turkey went well. The first time I cooked one was in Scotland! Needless to say I couldn't even call my mom for help. I don't remember it being a disaster, I can't remember the details.

Alison Wonderland said...

Don't feel bad, candy's practically impossible to make.

How was the turkey?

Jessica G. said...

Turkeys aren't too bad. I HIGHLY recommend using the Reynold's oven bags instead of attempting to baste the darn thing.

And I agree, strangers bearing chocolate are immediate bosom buddies.

Jen said...

the title for this is so perfect. i have a vision of those middle age men who hang out at city parks with fluffy coats and eighties sunglasses.

Hey It's Di said...

I was unfortunate to have my MIL pass away on the 22nd of December which put a damper on things. However I was fortunate that my own mother took pitty on me and made my Christmas candy for me. It was fabulous, although I wouldn't wish a personal tragedy to get somebody to come to your cooking aid;)

Hey It's Di said...

I was unfortunate to have my MIL pass away on the 22nd of December which put a damper on things. However I was fortunate that my own mother took pitty on me and made my Christmas candy for me. It was fabulous, although I wouldn't wish a personal tragedy to get somebody to come to your cooking aid;)

Hey It's Di said...

P.S. I will take chocolate from ANYONE and eat it too;)

Maraiya said...

This just came to me and I had to share:

Palmni: Alma's little known younger brother who has, sadly, excommunicated for his soothsaying abilities, most notably reading palms.

Damama T said...

My mom was the cook extraordinaire. Her talent went with her to the grave. I do miss all of the goodies she made. I hope that you take an opportunity to spend more time with your mom getting it down just right before it's too late.

And as a side note:

1. Where the heck are the pictures of the kids freezing their butts off?

2. Turkey? UPDATE PLEASE! Sheesh! It's not nice to tease old ladies who get their grannywannabe fixes from blogs like yours! LOL!

Big hugs, Sweetie. I hope your Christmas was filled with lots of laughter, love, all the good food your tummy could hold, and memories to last a lifetime. xoxoxo