The Worst Cook in the Family

And first glance, you wouldn’t think that this oven was ever on fire. A fire that led someone to state, “Well, at least I’m not the worst cook in the family.” I have never been accused of was being a bad cook. However, when I showed up on my first Thanksgiving with my new in-laws, how was I to know that the oven I was to bake the last batch of homemade potato rolls didn’t hold a normal-sized sheet pan? What were we to do? We did what we thought was best since the potato rolls had risen to perfect pillows of goodness. We angled the pan in the oven a little and hoped for the best.

This would have been a good idea if we were baking a loaf of wheat bread. Something a little more sturdy. Not potato rolls that not only have butter in the dough, sandwiched between a dough and brushed on top. If you haven’t guessed yet, the butter melted and the hot pan created a slip and slide for the rolls to travel down and onto the hot oven wall, causing a tiny bit of a fire. Thus having my new sister-in-law call me the worst cook in the family.

Something to mention, I had brought a full pan of perfectly baked rolls, that the family completely devoured before Thanksgiving dinner began. And the rest of the night random family members that weren’t privy to the fire kept asking me if there were any more rolls coming and when. I went home over the weekend and made another beautiful batch for me and my husband to soothe my wounded pride.

My sister-in-law apologized over and over and has since made up for it 100 times over, but in the wake of them selling their house this past year, I had to snap this quick photo. Hopefully, this is the one and only time I am called a bad cook and cause a kitchen appliance to catch fire.