Sunday, 14 September 2008

I have responded to any new comments I noticed today. ---even from some of the archived posts. (Thinking of one in particular regarding Trevor Linden) I love comments. LOVE them. In fact, I think I need them.

COMPLAINING WITH CATHY

*I have amended the title from Cathy's Complaints to Complaining With Cathy because it is my sincerest hope that you, my regular readership (a couple of loyal cousins and maybe a begrudging friend or two) will join via the comment section and participate in the discussion.


Kitchen Related Stuff
1. You are baking and your recipe calls for: Greased Tins. I hate doing this. Time consuming and messy. Yes, parchment paper is a great alternative but

a) you have to make sure you have it on hand
b) it's expensive
c) I can't draw a straight line let alone rip a section of parchment paper anywhere near the correct size to line a cookie sheet. Seriously.
d) After the first couple of batches the paper gets a little burnt looking around the edges. Am I supposed to replace it? Is this a fire hazard? Should I make fewer batches?

2. Two cooks of cooked chicken. You have selected a recipe and not only does it sound delicious but it sounds EASY!!!! And QUICK!!! Yes, you can make, serve, eat, and clean-up dinner all in time to catch the early showing of the latest chick flick with a girlfriend! You are already onto Step Three when your eyes stumble along the phrase: Add 2 cups of chopped chicken to above ingredients. Two cups of chopped chicken. Like that's going to happen.*

3. Finished Baked Quantities.
Yeah right....the cookie recipe states right there in official black and white font: Quantity; makes 6 dozen. I do the math: 12 x 6 =72. 72 cookies. Right. So how come I only end up with 31. And I only ate enough cookie batter to warrant 2 (okay maybe 4) cookies? Answer me that Betty Crocker and Martha Stewart!!!!!
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*So I then have three choices:
1. Run to the store and buy cooked a chicken
2. Order pizza thus ensuring I make my movie date
3. Swear, throw cookbook on floor, leave a box of KD on the table for the others and inform friend we are grabbing a bite to eat on the way to the movie. At a LICENSED restaurant.

...It's a no-brainer isn't it?