One of those Life lessons...

I havent written in a while and so when today presented me with an opportunity of something to blog, I was rather excited. Mel (one of my fabulous cooking partners) and I decided that we would make a relatively special dinner tonight. The basic idea was fairly simple, just home-made burgers but being who we are we were going to make it impressive. The blog was going to be great. I was going to talk about how when I make dinner I make it not just for the food but for the experience; How the feeling is just as important as the ingredients.

We cut potaoes into  fries, and made with individual pockets for each person to serve them in,and had red and white checkered table-clothes to complete the look. We were even taking photos as each step






The product of meal was going to be colourful, crisp and delicious.I love cooking especially when I get to show my impressive domestic-goddess skills, and this was going to be no exception.

And then reality set in. I wont go through the painful step-by step process of what went wrong, just the finished products.

2. The chips were boiled into oblivion and
wouldn't fry or roast, so we had to mash them.
Not even kidding. horrific.

1. The patties would stick. 

3. All I managed to create was the smell of buring, have the kitchen under water and dirty nearly every dish in the house. Mel and I ate soo many burger 'patties' before dinner even started. They were absolutely delicious. Just were not, by any stretch of the imagination, aesthetically pleasing. To anyone. 


We finally managed to, after adding bread-crumbs and egg and all manner of other things in our attempt to make them stick, create a tray of burger patties. Definitely not what I was going for.







I did manage to take a pic of the few fries that werent mush, and create a burger that wasn't falling apart in order to have a picture of the would-be dinner. I wasn't even able to arrange everything nicely so you could get the feel of it... probably because the feel of it wasn't there in the first place.
The only thing that turned out even close to the 'colourful and crisp' part of it was the salad, which I didnt even end up cutting.

To see how the burgers can and are meant to look this is where I got the recipe. They really are the most delicious burgers ever!!!
http://missionarymums.wordpress.com/2012/05/18/beef-and-sweet-potato-burgers/


So, all in all, tonight wasn't how I intended it to be. My culinary skills took a beating as did my domestic-goddess image. And my ego. But that is life. It is something that I learn from uni, home and what I will learn everyday as a teacher and future mum. Things will very rarely go as planned. I will also very rarely be proved a genius or impressive. Life will show me my weaknesses, even when I thought I had converted them to strengths, every moment of my life. What matters is how I deal with that. I can either get mad and sulk. Or I can laugh and enjoy the fact that although it didn't turn out as expected, there are still good points. In this case it still tasted good. and when is mashed potato ever a bad thing?

Tonight I learned (again) to laugh at myself and remember to not take myself so seriously. Somehow its a lesson that doesnt seem to get easier, no matter how many times I have to learn it.