As we all know, this past week was dedicated to eating ungodly amounts of food while posting about how thankful we are for our loved ones on all of our social media platforms. (Me included.)
I’ve been trying to master a Sweet Potato Casserole all week long. I’ve literally made it 3 times this week.
This is how it’s SUPPOSED to be made:
- 3 C Mashed Sweet Potatoes
- 1 C Melted Butter
- 1 t Vanilla
- 1/2 C Granulated Sugar
- 1/4 C Pet Milk (Sweet Condensed Milk)
- 1 C Brown Sugar
- 1 C Chopped Pecans
- 1/2 C Flour
- 1/2 C Melted Butter
It took me THREE TIMES not to mess it up.
I’m not like a professional chef or anything, but I’m a pretty dang good baker, so I’ve been a little butt-hurt about my results.
Day 1: House on South Friendsgiving
So. It started out great. I’m super excited because I’m a senior this year, so that means I have to bring something GOOD. I’m one of the oldest people that attend College City (student wise) and I’m like all grown and have a house, so that means I have my cooking skills all together. FALSE.
I put the filling together and it was super soupy. I FaceTimed my mom just to make sure. She said it was fine, but it most definitely was not fine.
I go to look at the recipe and I realize I put an ENTIRE can of Pet Milk in it, when all I needed was 1/4 cup.
So my mom tells me to broil the top to evaporate some of the milk and maybe cook the top better. She told me to not move away because it will burn super fast.
I moved away.
So, as you may guess, I burned the top.
No worries though because I was already running late, so I just scrapped the top off.
Apparently, it still tasted alright according to my very kind friends.
Day 2: Thanksgiving Day
This go around I’m home and my mom is watching me. Everything is going great until I try to melt the butter.
My microwave takes 2 minutes to microwave 2 sticks of butter.
Her’s takes about 1 minute. We found this out when it EXPLODED.
So like not a big deal (sorry no pics of the disaster).
Everything else went fine. Tasted pretty dang good!
Day 3: Kemp Thanksgiving
Today was the day. The winning day. Everything went well. Nothing burned. Nothing combusted. It tastes AMAZING. All is right in the world.
Those were my Thanksgiving Flops.