Some days I can’t cook anything right. I’ve learned to deal with cooking disasters after having many! After all, it’s just cheese straws.
With nearly 100 cookie recipes, and dozens of desserts, snacks, and breakfast recipes on this site, one could get the idea that I am a never-ending stream of culinary brilliance.
I realize that you probably didn’t have that idea. But I’m going to pretend you did.
The eternal scroll of gorgeous photos on Pinterest makes it feel like everyone else in the world lives in this idealized Utopian home, where the cupboards are always organized, the vases always have fresh flowers, the craft projects are beautiful and unique, and the food always reaches a nirvana-like perfection. Then I look at my life: my overcrowded and poorly designed cupboards, my sad looking crafts and my empty vases.
And, to tell you the honest truth, my food basically never reaches Nirvana. Well, almost never.
In fact, sometimes the food isn’t fit to feed to cats. And you know how I feel about cats.
I really struggled with what gorgeous recipe to post for you today. I racked my brain. I asked my friends. I asked my kids. I asked my kids friends. (I really was that desperate.) My sister even sent me a long list of really fantastic ideas, which I’m sure will all make it on here at some point.
I just wasn’t “feeling” any of them, though. I wasn’t in the mood for deviled eggs, or naan, or spinach cheese dip.
And I’m never not in the mood for spinach cheese dip.
These cheese straws sounded pretty good, though, and I had all the ingredients on hand, so I went to work. I made a batch of cheddar-parmesan rosemary straws, and feeling pretty proud of my concoction, I popped them in the oven. They came out the most fragile and floury things you’ve ever eaten. You literally can’t eat them without a huge glass of water nearby. Not to mention, they absolutely refuse to stay in one piece. Even my kids friends complained.
This is not my first kitchen disaster, and I was undeterred. After a short trip to the gas station for Diet Coke, I started on batch number two. This batch came out of the oven looking beautiful… but they were just as fragile as the first batch, and less tasty.
It was kind of a blow.
On top of it all, I had this photo set-up all ready to go, and I was loving how it looked! Plus, I just bought this crazy cute orange vase-jar-thingy and I could not wait to use it. Can’t you just picture how cute these cheese straws would have looked in it? Gah!! The frustration!!
In the end, I scrapped the recipe, but not the post. Because, just like bad hair days and food stuck in your teeth and accidental flatulence, kitchen disasters happen to everyone. No matter what Pinterest says.
Broken cheese straws and spilled milk are not worth crying over. They’re frustrating and embarrassing, but life moves on. I will master these stupid cheese straws someday, but today I’m going back to the kitchen to make something else. Or, I’ll spend an hour playing Subway Surfers, and we’ll have dinner out and forget the kitchen.
I’d love to hear your comments today. Share your frustrating kitchen disasters and how you recovered.
Because, after all, it’s just cheese straws.