Unsupervised Baking
It is now a rule: I shall not bake in either A) an unfamiliar kitchen or B) with ingredients that are not my own without proper supervision.
The first time I broke this rule, I made sugar cookies at my parents' house and mistakenly used pancake mix instead of real flour, thus breaking both rules.
The second time I broke this rule, I made an apple crisp. "Oh, apple crisp! How easy and delicious!" you say. It is easy and delicious, but I broke rule B. I don't own flour because I'm a lazy starving college student, so Roomie nicely allowed me to use her flour. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Roomie and Roomie's Chem Friend (RCF) decided to run to the store to pick up pizza fixings, leaving me all alone with a new recipe and ingredients that are not my own. You see where this is going, don't you?
I took a container full of white powder -- obviously flour, right? -- and dutifully dished out the required measurements of the flour and the other ingredients for the topping. I was doing a three-quarter recipe since I didn't have 8 large apples, and actually did the math correctly to get 3/4 of 3/4 Cup measurement. I was cutting the butter into the mixture when Roomie and RCF came home.
After mixing the butter with the dry ingredients, I asked Roomie, the resident baking expert, "Does this look right?" She took a look and wondered if I had measured the flour properly. The mixture I had didn't look like it would properly cover the entire pan of apples. I, being an English major who hasn't taken math in almost 3 years, indignantly responded that I tripled checked the measurements. She, being an expert in this recipe, tasted the gooey mixture and instantly gagged.
Apparently what I had thought was flour was actually powdered sugar.
...Oopsie.
The sugary sweetness was dulled with actual flour, also kept in a clear container, and judicious application of more butter and nutmeg. Aside from being sweeter than usual, the crisp turned out deliciously.
I can say with authority that I won't be living down this episode in Cooking With Lisa anytime soon.
Camnesia strikes: there are no pictures of the apple crisp because locusts descended and ate it all.
