Walk of Shame

My kids (mostly Sid) often tell me I make delicious meals. I graciously thank them and then think to myself, "It's only because you haven't experienced enough of the outside world yet." A few years ago I took a 12 week long course called "Basic Essentials" at Viking Home Chef. It was helpful. I am now familiar with the processes of food making and actually enjoy cooking much of the time I find myself dealing with it. I still feel like meal preparation is far tooooooo frequent. OK, enough said. Here's my story. Our friends the Nelson's are moving to Connecticut. We were invited to an open house for them and were instructed to bring something to share. My "fudge" I decided to make was extremely DRY. When I cut it out of the pan it looked more like dried brownies. It tasted OK though so I wrapped it in aluminum foil and considered taking it with us. We got to the open house and I thought I should probably leave them in the car. Jon says "You shouldn't go in empty handed Tonya, take them in." So I take them in. After doing so, I immediately regret it. I take my package to the table and every head in the area turns and stares at what I am about to reveal. The Walk of Shame! Not really, but that's what it felt like. I tried to quickly unwap it so I could run away but it was the heaviest aluminum foil of all time and I had wrapped it underneath so I had linger much longer than I wanted. Oh, how I wish I had a picture! Oh well, at least I make everybody else look good with my humiliating under pressure food episodes. There have been a few of them.