It occurred to me recently that when I blog about delicious food I've made, it may give the wrong impression about my level of culinary ability.
In reality, I have plenty of failures in the kitchen. Sometimes they make better stories than the successes, even if the failures aren't accompanied by photos.
I had one rough cooking day at The Engineer's parents' house. I started the day by making coffee...coffee which ended up all over the countertop (including lots of grounds) when I put the full filter into the coffeemaker...without the filter basket. I then proceeded to make Slow Cooker Granola, which I can now assure you is not meant to be eaten blackened. In the evening, I made dinner, which turned out great...except the overcooked challah bread. Sigh.
Then there are the pork chops I made recently that couldn't have been more salty if I'd served them with a side of seawater. The heat-safe glass casserole dish that I caused to explode in my oven. The made-from-scratch cupcakes that were dense and welded to their paper cups. And innumerable failed experiments...too spicy, too overcooked, or too weird.
But cooking is just like any other skill worth learning--failure is part of the process. It's an important part of the process. So while you may not see pictures of charred cookies and undercooked casseroles, rest assured--my poor family is suffering through my failures in the kitchen. I think the good to bad food ratio is improving through the years, and I figure that's all I--and they--can ask for.