Sometimes my hubby gets my goat. Don’t get me wrong I love the man…a lot. But sometimes his complaining is just plain uncalled for.
I like to bake, he likes to eat, it’s a great arrangement. We have company coming on Thursday so like any great southern host I pulled out the cookbooks and planned the meals and the dessert.
I choose a “Kentucky butter cake” which is basically a pound cake with some rum flavoring in it. Well I was out of rum flavoring (who keeps that around…seriously?) so I subbed in some Almond extract….bbbbbbaaaad idea.
He hated it and made it very clear. The idea was to take it into work, then I would make a second after we got the feed back. I also bought strawberries and whipped topping to send in. A nice welcome summer treat right? Nope, it’s in the trash due to my temper and his complaining.
I DO NOT appreciate a complainer. I REALLY DO NOT appreciate a complainer when I make a cake from SCRATCH ya’ll!
And for the record I thought it tasted pretty good and had a slice myself. Tasted like pound cake with almond flavoring.
He also didn’t do the strawberries right…
Mama always cut them into fourths and threw them in a bowl with a little bill of water and sugar to make a syrup. Then when you put them on the cake it soaks in and tastes delicious!
How do you do them? Any kitchen horror stories with your Hubby?
I now have an apron that says “Your opinion in not the recipe”