For many years, I have dreamed of being like Martha Stewart. I used to watch her show and subscribe to her magazine. I would cut out useful articles and recipes from the magazine and organize them all in my big Martha Stewart binder. I loved looking at her ideas, and I also thought it would make me a good wife someday. But after today, I think I've given up hope.
It wasn't that anything especially awful happened today, it's just the last straw. It seems like every time I try to cook something new, something goes wrong. Yesterday I went apple picking, so today I wanted to make an apple pie for my friends at work and apple crisp for small group tomorrow night. Thank God Sarah (the pastry chef) was here, or my apple pie would be ruined. For some reason I thought the recipe said to preheat the oven to 450. Common sense should have told me that was a bad idea, but for some reason, it didn't even occur to me that that seemed a little high. My crust started to burn, and I couldn't figure out why, but luckily, Sarah caught my mistake and saved my pie.
I have trouble with just about any domestic endeavor. I really want to be an awesome seamstress like my grandma. Unfortunately, I suck at sewing. It takes me forever to finish projects because I have to constantly go back and redo things, so I just give up. I think I could be good at cleaning, like my grandma, but I just don't have the time. Not that I live in a dirty apartment, but I just don't have time to do all the deep cleaning I'd like to.
The only thing it looks like I might do well at is embroidering. I finished one project already and have started on another one; I'm addicted. Unfortunately, embroidering is not going to make me a good wife. Maybe I should focus on really excelling at my career so I can afford a maid.
It wasn't that anything especially awful happened today, it's just the last straw. It seems like every time I try to cook something new, something goes wrong. Yesterday I went apple picking, so today I wanted to make an apple pie for my friends at work and apple crisp for small group tomorrow night. Thank God Sarah (the pastry chef) was here, or my apple pie would be ruined. For some reason I thought the recipe said to preheat the oven to 450. Common sense should have told me that was a bad idea, but for some reason, it didn't even occur to me that that seemed a little high. My crust started to burn, and I couldn't figure out why, but luckily, Sarah caught my mistake and saved my pie.
I have trouble with just about any domestic endeavor. I really want to be an awesome seamstress like my grandma. Unfortunately, I suck at sewing. It takes me forever to finish projects because I have to constantly go back and redo things, so I just give up. I think I could be good at cleaning, like my grandma, but I just don't have the time. Not that I live in a dirty apartment, but I just don't have time to do all the deep cleaning I'd like to.
The only thing it looks like I might do well at is embroidering. I finished one project already and have started on another one; I'm addicted. Unfortunately, embroidering is not going to make me a good wife. Maybe I should focus on really excelling at my career so I can afford a maid.
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