So way back when, while I was in my first year of grad school bliss, living with Whoolie and Megubber in our sweet townhouse with Pumpkin Jack and Lucile the bunny.... My parents came to visit us, I forget the occasion, it may have been for my birthday or just because they love me. Anyways, we always got spoiled, we would get to go out to Red Lobster for dinner and then they would always make us a super good meal. So our special meal was roast beef with all the fixings including Yorkshire pudding!! My mom started the Yorkshire pudding early, she thought that if it was pulsed by the blender every 30 minutes they would turn out just perfect! So W and M were on strict orders while we went out shopping to pulse the Yorkshire pudding every thirty minutes. I think this was what we were looking forward to most, fluffy Yorkshire pudding, filled with gravy! When it finally came to be the Yorkshire puddings time in the oven, we all watched with anticipation as she got the pan ready with hot oil and did one final pulse of the blender and well all she had to do was take the blender pitcher and pour the flour, egg and milk goodness and 15 minutes later it would have been perfect!! Well as one may expect with my mom, it doesn't always go as planned. Now I'm fairly certain that I have seen her use the blender many times while growing up but never had I actually seen what was about to happen ever happen, nor do I think M or W!! I do not know exactly how she managed to do this but instead of giving a little twist and removing the pitcher off the base, she somehow managed to actually pull the pitcher apart (like one would do to clean it AFTER one is done with the blender!) and well all the hard work of pulsing every thirty minutes was all over the blender base, the counter top, running down the cupboards onto the floor!! We all just sort of sat there like "no that did not just happen!" I don't think there were any words for the incident, other than to start laughing, it was truly a funny moment, one that I doubt we will ever forget.
So now each time I make Yorkshire pudding i think of the time my mom managed to make one huge mess!!
What I would like to call "pulling an Irene".
So the other week I was making some Christmas inspired cupcakes, one giant cupcake and some mini ones and 6 regular sized cupcakes. All was going as planned, I didn't make these ones from scratch like I would normally, so I bought two cake mix boxes to ensure I would have enough batter to fill my giant cupcake pan. I had way more than enough, so i made the little ones and still had more to make 6 regular sized ones. I dyed the batter red, which turned out to be more pink but still sort of red, then I dyed my icing green, the colours of Christmas! All went well, giant one came out beautiful, the mini's were doing good too, and then when it was finally time to get my regular sized ones in the hot oven, in there nice little cupcake liners, looking yummy.... I open the oven and with my other hand I had the raw cupcakes and I'm leaning into the oven to put them on the rack and then something horrible happens. I am not even sure how I managed to do this, I guess I am my mothers daughter, but somehow I managed to dump the cupcakes and the liners into the oven. So now I'm standing with the oven open, my cupcakes tin is now empty and my batter is now on the door, sliding into the drawer and on the floor of the 350 degree oven! Pretty much dumbstruck, what am I to do? How do you wipe down a hot oven and get my cupcakes back? I ended up using my oven mitts and whatever cloths I had close by and get most of the batter out, and managed not burn the dogs that were now coming over to see what the commotion was all about. It was a mess I was not expecting that is for sure, and ended up having to vacuum out the oven to get all the burnt cupcake out. I had just pulled an Irene, lucky for me though the only witnesses were Lily and Dexter!
So now each time I make Yorkshire pudding i think of the time my mom managed to make one huge mess!!
What I would like to call "pulling an Irene".
So the other week I was making some Christmas inspired cupcakes, one giant cupcake and some mini ones and 6 regular sized cupcakes. All was going as planned, I didn't make these ones from scratch like I would normally, so I bought two cake mix boxes to ensure I would have enough batter to fill my giant cupcake pan. I had way more than enough, so i made the little ones and still had more to make 6 regular sized ones. I dyed the batter red, which turned out to be more pink but still sort of red, then I dyed my icing green, the colours of Christmas! All went well, giant one came out beautiful, the mini's were doing good too, and then when it was finally time to get my regular sized ones in the hot oven, in there nice little cupcake liners, looking yummy.... I open the oven and with my other hand I had the raw cupcakes and I'm leaning into the oven to put them on the rack and then something horrible happens. I am not even sure how I managed to do this, I guess I am my mothers daughter, but somehow I managed to dump the cupcakes and the liners into the oven. So now I'm standing with the oven open, my cupcakes tin is now empty and my batter is now on the door, sliding into the drawer and on the floor of the 350 degree oven! Pretty much dumbstruck, what am I to do? How do you wipe down a hot oven and get my cupcakes back? I ended up using my oven mitts and whatever cloths I had close by and get most of the batter out, and managed not burn the dogs that were now coming over to see what the commotion was all about. It was a mess I was not expecting that is for sure, and ended up having to vacuum out the oven to get all the burnt cupcake out. I had just pulled an Irene, lucky for me though the only witnesses were Lily and Dexter!
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