Early Memories

Soon I will have a few new things up, but for now, a story.
Like all good stories in life, there was a lesson in this one. When we were young, A and I would go to her house for "meals" and my house to make our own. Luckily we were only 4 houses apart, so when ours didn't turn out exactly like we expected (which happened a lot) we went to her house for a nice home cooked meal. Summers were filled with lots of interesting foods that we believed to be the best thing ever invented. Please do remember we were just kids and our attention span wasn't exactly one a chef should have, I don't think I grew out of this. My mom had purchased a cook book from our elementary school that had some of the parents favorite recipes. One such recipe was called Black Midnight Cake. What could be better than a cake?!?!?!?!? The ingredients called for coffee, now being young and energetic, we measured out the coffee grounds needed for this cake and went on our merry way putting together this cake. Sadly, at one point it said: add in wet ingredients in this order and one of them was coffee. HUH? Oh well, we continued on and baked it. At one point my sister and her boyfriend had come home and helped us frost the cake. I am sure they also cleaned the kitchen as that was not part of house we cooked. Then we all sliced it up and took a nice big bite of the beautiful cake we made. Guess what?!?! It was crunchy. I will never forget the look on my sister's face. They then asked us what we put into it, and we promptly threw it out. Lesson learned- coffee = made coffee, not grounds :-D. Stay tuned for the time we made sugar cookies for the entire street.