My grandma was true farm woman and never, ever wasted anything. That included her cooking "flops", as she called them. I remember walking into her house throughout my childhood and seeing the counters covered with her favorite orange cookies. They were a rich yellow color, round and flat with crispy edges that I liked to bit off, and - according to Grandma - they were always flops. The orange cookies she remembered from her childhood were little hills of fluffy citrus-flavored pastry, not the flat and spread out.
I don't think she ever got her recipe just right, but I didn't care. I loved her flops just the same and told her so.
My mom did that for me tonight. I've been craving red velvet cupcakes for some reason and finally decided to bake them today. I found a great recipe online with awesome reviews, I followed the recipe exactly and mixed up some delicous cream cheese frosting (because who doesn't love that?) and then . . . my cupcakes were disgusting. I'm not sure why, but they came out flat and oily. A huge flop.
I'm not one to waste food, but even I had doubts about eating these. I'd gotten as far as putting them all in a plastic bag to throw out right as my mom came home from work. By this point I was pretty dissipated. The weather was bad, my cupcakes were bad and the day was gone with nothing to show for it. It was all a big, bad bummer. And then . . .
My mom ate one and said she liked it. 0.o
Maybe she was fibbing, maybe she was telling the truth but honestly, it doesn't really matter. She liked (or at least ate one of) my flat, oily, not very red velvety cupcakes. And then she gave me a hug. That's my good thing for today.
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