At work today I attempted to make a new recipe called Hungarian Shortbread.
This particular recipe claims that it is the easiest, butter-iest perfectest shortbread because it combines - in my eyes also - beauty and practicality. Easy shortbread? Surely you jest. But lo, silly me. The shortbread is exactly what the recipe promised.
I did not read the first part of this recipe which concerned the making of a jam filling for the shortbread. I presumed I would just smear some of our house blackberry jam between the layers (before today I had never actually tasted our jam) and this would at minimum tell me if the recipe was worth making twice.
I put about 3 cups worth of filling into the shortbread when the recipe in fact called for 3/4 of a cup of jam.
But do not fret, my pet:
When I realized my mistake I knew I had to sink or swim - this had to get served tonight! I set it all up; everything looked and tasted right. But you just never know how somethings are going to keep through the night.
So I took two pieces home like gerbils in a shoebox that I would eat later.
Mwa ha ha haaa haaaa!! I made Hungarian Shortbread totally wrong, but it's so good to eat!