Blood, sweat, and tears went into my food offering for Thanksgiving. Although I didn’t make a turkey, I did make a giant mess in the kitchen. And no, I didn’t actually spill any bodily fluids into my yummys. I made a pumpkin pie, which was whatever, and I made a CARAMEL APPLE CHEESECAKE. This stupid piece of stupid kicked my ass twice, pulled my hair, stepped on my baby toe, and slept with my mom–and it may or may not be ruined. The recipe told me to wrap the pan in foil and then put it in a water bath to bake. I did those things, and I wrapped it twice, just so there was no way water could seep in. But as I unwrapped it when it came out of the oven, there was a flood of water all hanging out in the foil; like a little water party that the foil hosted. So all my efforts could be in vain. I don’t know what will happen. It could be a pool of drippy mess-yuck when we cut it open.
I guess we’ll just have to find out if the illegitimate child it made with my mommy was all worth it tomorrow.