Bad Brownies! Notice the pale, non-rich color!
At first Harry ignores the brownie!
After I break it up he checks out the bites
Finally he takes a bite, He then shook his head and left the rest to the crows!
The first cooking disaster I can remember was when Mom let me cook dinner for the family (I don't remember how old I was but maybe about 10). She had taught me how to make Porcupine Meatballs and I was going to have them with baked potatoes. After I put the potatoes in the oven at 400 degrees, I decided to go outside and play for awhile (Mom had said one hour on the potatoes). Well, when I came in and checked them, guess what? They had exploded in the oven--I forgot to prick them with the fork! I had a nice mess to clean up after that! I have never forgotten that since, so it was a lesson well learned!
One other sort of disaster that Bob reminds me of almost every time I cook rice was when we were first married. I know I made rice before that (once for a final lab exam in college and I severely burned my arm when I lifted the lid and the steam burned me! I had to be a gracious hostess to my instructor who I never liked very much. I was almost in tears from the pain and stress of the final and she gave me the only C I ever got in college!) ) Back to my first experience at the ranch. I must have looked at the recipe on the package (not Minute Rice, by the way) and followed it exactly. It was just Bob and I and when I opened the pan, being very careful not to burn myself, rice came tumbling out. Bob insists I had washtubs full of rice but I don't think it was that bad! I think that recipe called for 2 cups of raw rice which did make a lot for 2 people but I still say it wasn't a washtub full!
Update on Bob and Mr. Sand Crane. He really wants to bite Bob! But Bob pulled back just in time.