A fun fact about me is that sometimes I get this idea in my head and I feel like I'm going to be epic at it and I'm going to love it and then as it turns out, I really fucking hate it and question why people pass up $.50 cans of lemon curd over making it because lemon curd fucking sucks to make.
And that is how my Saturday was.
A few weeks ago a friend from high school and I signed up for this Continuing Education class called "Gifts From The Kitchen". Basically we were going to learn how to can things that you can give as gifts and end up taking a bunch of stuff home. Neither of us have either canned anything so this was going to be us popping our canning cherry. Except I will say that for awhile there I really thought I'd be this die hard canner because I kind of like the jars and I like having fun kitchen toys so I bought this whole canning-for-dummies kit and a book and yeah. I did nothing. I really felt like I had to have someone walk me through it.
So we went and it was a ton of fun. We made lime curd (which was supposed to be lemon but nobody else did lime so the badasses that we are decided WE would take on lime.), a chocolate-raspberry sauce and we were supposed to get a chance to make this strawberry-cranberry jam, but we didn't. Mostly because as it turns out, we are curd challenged.
I think my problem was that my skills are not in separating egg whites from the yolk. No amount of Food Network programming can really teach you that. Giada does it better than I could WITH manicured nails. I think I suck because I feel like I am playing with a dead baby chicken and it feels wrong.
I had curd jealousy.
But then we finished ours and it kind of looks like we blended Kermit.
But now I'm on a quest to find more classes to take that aren't super expensive.
But a few of you have asked me if I'm still trying to lose weight, going to Zumba, blah blah blah. Yes. Yes to all of it, including the blah blah blah. But I bought these new spandex pants (I know) from Old Navy on clearance because I sweat a LOT in Zumba so the sweatpants weren't doing it.
Let that sink in.
They are only a size large. *squee*
Tomorrow- we'll talk miracles and closet doors. Which may or may not be the same thing, equally exciting nonetheless.