So I got this new cookbook as a wedding gift, and I'm in love. (Um, that reminds me, I haven't written any thank-you notes yet, so um, thanks Wayne and The Stunning Doreen! "I'm right on top of that, Rose!")
Confession: I have cookbooks that I've never used, but read. For Fun. Total loser!
Anyway, the cookbook in question is called "Food Network Favorites, Recipes from Our All-Star Chefs." It sounds pretty intimidating, but don't be fooled! This sucker has pictures and lots of them! Pictures are my favorite parts of cookbooks. If it sounds great, but has no picture, then I likely won't make it.
So, I totally OWNED Paula Deen's Corn Casserole* on Sunday. It was awesome. Husband even ate leftovers, which never happens. His "baby" 14 year old sister even loved it, ate it, stole the recipe. Seriously people.
Which totally explains how I got overconfident and decided I could get down with Rachael Ray's "Quick Peaches and Golden Raisins Cobbler."*
Now, I start getting all fancy, mixing things together, and think I'm awesome. My husband will love me forever because I made him dessert! I am a fabulous wife! I can do this! I can't believe I'm sharing my insane thought process.
It's at this point, ready to go in the oven, that I totally realize that instead of using Jiffy Complete Biscuit mix, I used the only box of Jiffy type mix I had--CORNBREAD! I frantically text my sister; mom doesn't answer the phone. Verdict is: ruined. Or, more accurately:
Me: Think it's ruined?!?!
So, I bake it anyway. It looks like cornbread on top, gooey wet cornmeal in the middle, and awesome peach deliciousness on the bottom. Thought process changes to: Husband made dinner and now I can't even bake! But baking is my one thing I can do! Ugh, I'm a 9 1/2 fingered wife who can't even follow a damn recipe printed in front of my face with a picture!
Then I think. I don't have biscuit mix, but I have a round thingy of crescent rolls in the fridge. I scrape all the cornbread goo off of the 475 degree peach cobbler thing, and toss it in the trash--tasted it, didn't like it, dog didn't like it either. Then I mush the crescent rolls on top, sprinkle cinnamon, sugar, and almonds on that sucker, shove it back in the oven and watch the rest of Glee.
Verdict? I think I totally saved it, but when J gets back, I will see if he notices I did it wrong. Shhhh....our secret!
*No cutting/chopping of any sort was used in the making of these recipes. (Per my current kitchen restrictions) :)
UPDATE: Husband response? "This is absolutely delicious!" YAY! :)