If it wasn't Greg I'd have called it sabotage !!! but since it was Greg and Greg is THE biggest cookie monster in the world, I guess I'm going to have to put it down to operator error. DOH !!!! I was ready, enthusiastic and keen to get to work, mixer, rolling pin, and measuring cups all ready, somehow coated in flour before I even got going, I scoured the holiday recipe books. There it was, THE recipe that got my taste buds drooling and then,.....there he was !!! Greg had chosen yesterday afternoon to do some plumbing ....on my kitchen sink !
I blame the fact that working round Greg, prostrate on my kitchen floor head buried in the kitchen cabinet caused me to forget to check the sell by date on the evaporated milk. It must have been that I was distracted....or maybe that I should have cleared out the "out of daters" before I started my dream dish. Whatever it was, it all went great ( well, sort of, the recipe called for a 14oz can of evaporated milk , preferably NOT sour and I only had a 12oz, but just adding a couple of oz of full cream milk should work, right ?) Brimming with confidence and overflowing with enthusiasm I popped my creation into the warmed up oven, set the timer, quite proud of myself, after 6 years I have worked out how to work it. I have never said I was technical, I'm creative ( I think !). After the designated time, proudly I scrambled over Gregs legs, barged my way through all my cleaning products that I had worked round as I prepared my cheese cake bars. Ooops, don't quite look like the ones in the picture....but it's how it tastes, right ??? Tasted FOUL ! I rechecked my recipe for the umpteenth time and then I knew.....the offender...the evaporated milk was a sell by Spring 2008. I can't even feed it to the chickens ( who usually get my burnt offerings and rarely complain ) AND Greg saw my failure....well, he couldn't miss it from his vantage point on the floor under the sink. There was some good news though, I have some bright shiney new chrome taps ( sorry, fawcetts) and no leak under the sink. It may have been all his fault but he's still my hero. Time to go, Take care, M
Its me, Maureen, (the Boss)