Hostessing struggles

Let’s just say I’m not well reputed for my hostess skills.  Mind you, it’s not from lack of effort.  I do my very best to make guests feel comfortable and at home.  I vacuum the floors, dust the counters, scrub the bathroom, make sure all the dishes are cleaned and put away, and top it all off with a pan of brownies.

Despite my best intentions, though, gatherings put on by yours truly always seem to fall a bit flat.  Brownies get burned.  I accidentally email the directions to the wrong apartment.  I don’t know how to get conversations flowing.  I don’t know what kind of music people actually listen to.

For my Bible study, we are trying to have a Girl’s Night once a month.  I was so relieved when my co-leader, Jourdan, offered to host it at her off-campus house.  Yes!  I thought.  No baking, no cleaning!  Just show up and have a great time!

Well… yesterday evening, I got a call from Jourdan.  Her Chilean boyfriend was stranded at the airport and couldn’t get a flight home (to Chile) until Sunday.  He had no money and very limited English.  Naturally, she had to go to his aid…

… Leaving me to suddenly pull together Girl’s Night.

Despite past hostess failures, I have high hopes for this one.  The apartment has been cleaned, brownies baked, nail polish brought forth.  We’ve got a stack of movies to last all night.  And, if all else fails, there’s an on-campus Improv show that we can go to!

Here’s to another shot of hostessing.

Wish me luck!

Baking disasters

Baking requires lots of ingredients.

Mix from a box plus water plus oil plus eggs equals a lovely yellow cake.

But, I learned the other day, that it takes more than simply mixing all the ingredients in a bowl and tossing the dough in the oven.

Other ingredients include patience, gentleness, and an acute sense of timing.

As you can see from the below picture, my roommate (and fellow blogger) Adi and I possessed the first set of ingredients, but lacked the second.

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Patience?  Nope.  We didn’t let the cake cool long enough before decorating.

Gentleness?  Nope.  We butchered the thing while attempting frosting.

Acute sense of timing?  Well, we partially had that one.  The cake itself tasted great!

Yes, we more than kind of failed at our baking attempt.  But the important thing is that Katie, our roommate whose birthday we were celebrating, loved it.  The weirdness, as she told us later, made it so much better.

Have you ever had any baking disasters?  What were you making and what happened?