
It all started with a sign up sheet. You know, the kind that comes around in Relief Society and begs you to volunteer your name to make a dessert. The sheet specifically asked for a pumpkin dessert. Easy Peasy. I confidently signed my name.
A can of pumpkin showed up on my door step yesterday. I had been imagining a perfectly formed pumpkin roll being a mouth watering success at the activity so I found a recipe on the internet. Dave went to work late today just to help me dump the roll from the pan to a floured towel. That part was a success, but it all went downhill from there.
The cake crumbled.
I made a phone call to my sister who told me to roll it slower and make sure the roll didn't cool at all.
Pumpkin Roll number two ended up in a the cake pile on my kitchen counter.
I searched for another recipe on the internet.No longer that interested in impressing anyone with my culinary skills, I chose pumpkin cheesecake bars.
At this point I've been at this dessert making thing for nearly four hours, so I just dumped all the ingredients in and stirred.I tried to sift the chunks of cream cheese out of the mixture but my efforts were futile.
As I mixed up dessert number four I contemplated a better plan.
I could have gone to the store and bought an extremely gourmet pumpkin dessert for the amount of money I spent in pumpkin, sugar and eggs. I could have just put it in one of my own baking dishes and no one would have been the wiser. Of course, that plan could have (PROBABLY WOULD HAVE) backfired and they would have expected something amazing from me in the future.
I'm better off presenting my humble pumpkin cheesecake bars or else faking sick and not showing up at all.
My Helper