About “She Bakes!”

There’s been a running joke in my family since – well, since I can remember – that I just can’t cook.

When I was in elementary school – I think grade 8 – I famously burnt hot dogs.

While they were boiling.

In a pot of water.

Then there was the time I broiled cookies – hey, I thought the thick line at the TOP of the temperature picture meant the food was on the top rack; and there was also the time I mis-read a recipe for carrot muffins: Instead of 1/8 a tsp, I put in 8 teaspoons of salt. Yup, 8 teasppons of salt. My roommate and boyfriend even ate them and told me how great they were – until I took a bite and spit it across the room.

“Oh my god these are DISGUSTING!” I cried. “How could you EAT THESE?!”

They sheepishly looked at each other, before the boy turned to me: “Yeah, they were really bad, but we didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

I’ve come a long way since then. Sure, I still occasionally goof (but don’t we all?); and my talent for setting kitchen appliances on fire hasn’t disappeared (microwave, toaster, frying pan, stove top, and counting) – but now I can bake.

And do it well, if I can go ahead and say that!

Don’t believe me?

Take a look: