The Breathtaking Mistake.

I can usually salvage things on the brink of disaster.

I’ve even salvaged full-blown disasters- like when I served The Husband the Chocolate Shortbread Heart Pops that broke all to hell all over the inside of the oven and all over the floor in front of the oven, too. (He might not have been fully aware that some of the broken hearts spent time on the floor, per se, but that was years ago now and he’s feeling fine. And he did drink my Haute Chocolate with so-past-its-best-before-date whipped cream once, so he’s not that much of a stickler for cat fluff in food, or salmonella.)

I had visions of minty chocolate snowflakes dancing in my head (this was December, so it made sense then.) I found a new recipe to make mint cream things that didn’t require baking (extra points), and I had the ingredients all ready to go (like peppermint oil- a total necessity when you want to make killer peppermint desserts).

Here’s what happened:
1. I guess I didn’t add enough confectioners’ sugar, because the minty dough wasn’t stiff enough to hold its shape after carefully pressing the three different kinds of cute little snowflake-shaped cutters into the dough. (Look at the picture above- the top half of the snowflake looks like a snowflake. You can’t see what the bottom half looks like, so trust me when I tell you it looked like a fucking blizzard.)
2. I thought, “I salvage desserts! I’ll just roll the dough into balls and make these things peppermint patties!”. My thoughts had exclamation marks.
3. I was wrong.
4. The peppermint cream dough went flaccid in the warmed chocolate. This is one of those situations in life where you’d prefer it stiff instead of flaccid.
5. I took the picture (recognizing immediately that the moment would be chronicled as a Recipe for Disaster) and waited for The Husband to come out and make a snarky comment like “where’s the five-year old you were baking with?”.
6. I fed the chocolate-covered blizzardy minty bits to him, after he rightfully put me in my place, and then truly DID salvage the rest of the mint cream. I made Peppermint Brownie Sandwich Bars (yes! a layer of minty cream sandwiched between two brownies! you have died and gone to heaven!). So yeah, this isn’t a total tale of woe. But I’ve never been more embarrassed by a baking mission than what the image above represents. I think a five year old could have done better than that snowball of crap.
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February 20th, 2016 | More Sweets Please | No Comments | Tags: Disasters