Woes of the kitchen

I consider myself to be a pretty good cook, after all, I did learn from the best of the best (my mom!) As of late, though, I have been struggling in the kitchen due to dumb mistakes!

This past Sunday I invited some friends from my ward over to eat dinner. I was so excited to make a slow cooker coconut curry. Like, really excited. Anyway, I slaved over chopping the veggies and getting them all to fit into the teeny-tiny-mini food processor. Once it all had been mixed together and poured over the chicken in the crockpot, I decided to taste it. All I could taste was this extremely overpowering flavor of garlic. I sat there, in a humbled state of silence and thought, "Wait...is a clove of garlic just one of those small sections?" I bet you have guessed it by now. My recipe called for two cloves of garlic and without thinking I added two heads of garlic. My roommate tried to convince me that it wasn't that bad and that it would probably taste better after being in the slow cooker for hours. It was a sad moment for me to see 2 1/2 lbs of precious chicken breast and the rest of the curry go down the disposal. I will always remember what one clove of garlic means!

The next incident happened last night. In fact, I haven't even told anyone about it yet...I had just gone on a 10 mile bike ride (uphill both ways I tell ya!) and came home famished. I don't really have too many snack foods so I decided to make cinnamon-sugar toast. I reached up and grabbed what I thought was the cinnamon and mixed it with the sugar. Now, it tasted kind of weird. Not like disgusting, but I thought maybe the butter had a weird flavor for someone using a knife that had food on it, or something like that. Even though it smelt (smelled?) weird and tasted kind of odd, I ate it.

So this morning I decided I was going to have more cinnamon-sugar toast. I pulled out the same bottle I had used last night, mixed it with sugar and then I noticed the weird smell again. I looked at the bottle. It read: Cumin. Yes, last night I totally ate cumin-sugar toast. In my defense, cumin has almost the same color as cinnamon, and it starts with a C, has an M, an I, and ends in N. I was just grateful I was with it enough this morning to actually figure out why it didn't smell like normal cinnamon-sugar toast.

I guess I'm learning to be more cautious in the kitchen....what's your worst kitchen mistake?!