Rain and Food

No real point to this blog today. I am sitting here on my front porch, waiting for my baked mac n' cheese to come out of the oven. Rain always makes me want to stay in my sweatpants all day, just read a book, talk to Jesus, watch movies, and cook/bake.

I am not a good cook. I try. Really I do. But somehow, I always end up missing some vital step or some important ingredient. Case in point: today, with the mac and cheese.

For the sauce I melted the butter, added the flour and proceeded to dump in 2 cups of shredded cheese. The result? A nasty congealed mass of something that used to be cheese, but now just looked like a lump of yellow. It was disgusting. Then, following the directions I added the cooked pasta and attempted to mix it all together. Major fail. Pasta + congealed lump = enemies. It would not mix. In frustration I threw it all in the baking dish and tossed it in the oven, hoping beyond hope that somehow, someway, in the oven it would make itself right (ha).

Go back and look at directions.
Milk.
I didn't put any in.
Then you have that "oooohhhhh" moment which translated, means "Wow, I can't believe I forgot to put something like milk in mac and cheese." Thats like forgetting to put chocolate on a s'more - you just don't do that.

So, I raced back over to the oven, threw it all on the stove and worked some milk into it. Ah. NOW it resembles something more like creamy, beautiful mac 'n' cheese.

The sad thing is I have made this mistake before - forgotten to put milk in the mac and cheese. Except that last time I was making the Kraft kind out of box. Fail.

We'll see. Maybe I just need to move to London or Seattle where I will be inspired to cook all the time, so that I can practice my skills.
Meh. I will always have my good friend Wendy I can go to when my cooking experiments don't turn out so well...