I have no idea why disasters happen to me.
This evening I'm on line to my sister VM. I tell her I'm baking a cake, for a friends event. Raspberry and Coconut; found a cute recipe and I intend to ice and decorate it, Geez, good idea Tonto. Yes Keemazabe.
So I get the ingredients together and warm the oven, fold in all the stuff and then come to the bit that says, fold in the frozen raspberries. No problems I take them out of the pack, and they are frozen I'll thaw them out so I toss them in the oven for a few seconds. Ahmmm plastic bags and 180C ovens are not compatible. Rip it out of the oven and I have a floor of semi thawed raspberries. I stand in them. That was a good idea thinks brain, who had been quite quiet until that moment. Hop says brain. Body doesn't always agree with brain but we hop. Raspberrys seem to crush on being hopped on. The floor starts to look like an Al Capone cooking festival. I walk to the lounge to get the mop. The beige carpet has interesting footprints. I tell VM I'm an idiot. She agrees.
I decide not to use the raspberries on the floor for my cake. Brain wanted to, Cindy didn't; we argued and for once Cindy won. Brain decided to go back to sleep with the help of a glass of wine. Not mentioning that the cooking time was 20 mins and then changes temp. Ha says Cindy, I can keep time. Now when did I put it on?
Enjoy
Cindy