Good News, Bad News

I burnt my finger tonight...and that's the good news.

One of the blogs I read is Confessions of a Cookbook Queen.  She's funny.  And real.  I don't know that I'm that funny, but here's me being real.  I screwed up tonight.  Like majorly.  I'm contemplating changing the title of my blog (and subsequently my future bakery) to Confessions of an Idiot Baker and the bakery will just be The Idiot Bakery.  Because I do idiot things.  A lot.  Some of the things that I call myself an idiot about can be blamed on my clumsiness.  If I were to even begin to tell you about my clumsiness, it would take a huge post (and probably bore you to death or bring you to tears of laughter).  So, I won't do that, I'll just tell you about my hugest Sweet B blunder yet. 

I burnt the cookies. 

(You don't know how much it takes for me to admit this to you.) 

Like, 9 DOZEN cookies. 

There I said it.  Now you know. 

It was my first time baking in a commercial oven.  And instead of doing the smart thing and only baking a few for a test run, I baked all 4 sheet pans full that I had just spent the last hour and 15 minutes cutting out. 

Hindsight.  It bites you in the...

Oh, well.  I chalk it up for lessons learned.  The hard way, of course.  That seems to be how I like to learn my lessons.

So, no pictures.  I can't bare the sight of the casualties of my idiocy.

Maybe one day...but right now, the loss still stings. 

I cling to the hope that one day I'll be able to laugh at this. 

But right now, it makes me cry. 

But tomorrow is a new day.  And I get to bake 9 more dozen cookies...

PS.  I don't always think I'm an idiot.  I just do idiot things...and can admit them!