Chickens in the Basement

I love to write and I love to laugh. When I write, I get to the point quick. My stories would fit on the back of a postcard. They usually make me chuckle. And you know what they say, "It's all about me!"

Thursday, October 1, 2009

YEA, Me!

For the last two afternoons, I have been baking cinnamon tortillas for the marching band bake sale this Saturday. Usually, I cut the flour tortillas like pizza wedges, but, in honor of October and Halloween, I decided to keep the tortillas whole and cut pumpkin faces in the tortillas. There are a couple of problems with baking these in bulk...

1. Only 3 to 4 fit on a cookie sheet at one time. With 80 tortillas and each batch requiring 10 minutes in the oven, I was stuck in the kitchen!

2. After hours of dipping tortillas in canola oil, my hands have a slick, greasy feel. Everything I touch is left with smudgy fingerprints!

3. My house smells like a greasy spoon diner!

The up-side...I smell like cinnamon and the tortilla pumpkins turned out really cute. The photos of them through the ziploc bags give them an eerie look.

WOOOOOO! Very scary!



The big bonus...The fire alarm didn't go off one single time. And, I only had to throw away one cookie sheet of tortillas because they stayed in the oven too long!

1 comment:

Kate Spike and Her KatS said...

I'll bet the fire department guys wouldn't have minded if the alarm had gone off AGAIN. Those are too cute and definitely a 10 on the Yum Scale!