Churros kicked my ass.
Plain and simple. I don't know where I went wrong with this.
I heated up the oil. I made the batter. I put it in the pastry bag; but for some odd reason the dough didn't come out as easily and nicely formed as it did with Martha.
What I ended up with was a whole bunch of squiggly things in the oil that, yes, splattered and popped all over the place. My stove looks like it was attacked by oil bombs. And I am looking the other way.
With the messed up churros--that tasted horrible! I think vanilla or some kind of flavoring should be added to the recipe...no flavoring at all?!?! I kept reading it over and over to make sure I wasn't missing something.
Refusing to be defeated I busted out my ingredients to make cupcakes.
I shouldn't have gone there. I whipped up a batter in under 5 minutes, didn't pay attention to something, threw them in the oven. They baked while I was in the shower. And when I came back down to get them: there was a mess in my oven. Too much baking powder. They looked like oversized mushrooms.
Oh. Hell. To. The. No.
My baking mojo was definitely off last night. I don't know what happened...maybe someone jinxed me when they said it may be rude to bring a food item to the viewing party. I'm not saying who--but you know who you are.
In the wake of all that, I went to the viewing party. Empty-handed.
The hostess' house was amazing. In Carrollton (so you know it was a field trip there and back), but still amazing. 4 bedrooms, painted and decorated so nicely.
I got to talking to her about her job. Its a job that has been offered to me on a platter more than once. I always passed it up because I hear rumors about it, that just ain't good...but seeing her benefits of it, I may just have to reconsider.
Especially since my company is pretty much dunzo. The pay is awesome and the job is highly coveted by others--everywhere I go, everyone seems to want to be a Pharmaceutical Rep.
Uhm, I have a different disposition. Yes, the pay is nice. Yes, you get to work from home. Yes, you get to meet hot Bachelor doctors.
But it's sales. I hate having to work with a goal and making the numbers. The possibility of being fired is too great if you don't make your quota; but then again my chances where I am now are not that great either.