More Food Craziness

Time for a happy post.

So, sometimes when Shawn and I see something in the store that is totally ridiculous, we kind of HAVE to try it, just to see. Like those Pillsbury cookies in a tube that you slice and they have pictures on? That kind of thing. Anyway, so we were food shopping in walmart, minding our own business, when we look in the dairy case and see this:

What is it, you ask? Why, it's pancake batter. In a can. Yep. For real. You know the really funny part? It's organic. Why, why, why????

Anyhoo, so one Saturday we decide to try the thing, because how can you NOT try pancakes in a can? So here's some shots from when we did that:

Blastin' the Batter

This is when I started to get a little scared . . .

So how did they turn out? Well, this is what they looked like:

Pancake . . . ish . . . type entities


Real pancake for comparison

But I'm sure what you're all wondering is, how did they taste? Well:

At first I was like

But then I was all

They were GROSS! Like really really gross! (big surprise) You have no idea how hard it was to smile for the camera for that first shot. Ew ew ew! They didn't even taste like pancakes at all. I don't even know what they tasted like, other than a skunk beat to death by a salmon. Nasty evil can-cakes! Shawn tried them too, but I didn't think to take pictures. I was in shock.

We made normal pancakes after that. And strong coffee.

Oh, btw, how was Jackson while we were goofing around with cans of "food"? He was being a super happy baby in his sproingy chair. What a guy!

So, a good time was had by all. Jackson had fun toys and funny parents to entertain him, and now we can say that we tried can-cakes.

Since We're Talking About Food . . .

. . . I thought it'd be funny to post one of my epic food fails. This is from a month or so ago. Don't ask me WHAT posessed me, I guess I got thoroughly overexcited over the thought of being a housewife for a year and had a fit of intense domesticism (is that a word? It is now), but anyway I decided to try to make homemade pasta for the first time ever with nothing but some flour, eggs, water, a rolling pin and my hands.

Now, bambino was still pretty small at this time, so poor Shawn was downstairs the whole time watching babe while I was frantically mixing and kneading (and kneading, and kneading . . .) and rolling (and rolling, and rolling . . .). It was kind of fun, but by the end I was covered in flour and sweat, and my hair formed a frizzy halo to frame my extremely frazzled face (again, why exactly did I think it was a good idea to try this in the heat of summer with a newborn? I dunno, I do crazy stuff like this sometimes). So, how did the pasta turn out?

Hilariously!

I think I may have made it a hair too thick . . .

The outsides of the noodles cooked okay and were what I could call pasta, but the middles didn't cook after I think a half an hour of boiling. It was supposed to be spaghetti, by the way.

Oh yeah, and what did we have with our Godzilla spaghetti?

Sog balls

Now I am perfectly capable of making meat balls, but once again the domestic itch overwhelmed me and I was determined to find a way to use the okara (left over soybean pulp) from making our own soy milk. So I chucked it in there thinking it would round out the meatballs nicely and, well, yeah, they looked like little puddles before I spatula-d them to death. The combined meal once I added the pasta sauce looked a little more appetizing, and the soggy meatballs tasted okay, but the pasta was definitely an epic fail.

The next time I get the urge to be Martha Stewart, I'm going to grab a glass of water and have a lie-down until the feeling goes away.