So far today I have:
Basted ham at least three times, every half hour, before realizing that I’d turned the oven off two hours before.
Opened the box of potatoes (Yes, mother, BOX!! I’ll never mash potatoes again!) from the bottom (me: could they make this any more difficult?! Boyfriend: It might be easier if you use the pour spout on the, uh, top of the box)
Dropped a half of stick of butter, still wrapped, into a pan of boiling milk and water.
Burned 12 of 24 sugar cookies
Jesus would be very disappointed.
