I was really happy with my decision to mix the colored batter in disposable bowls. It made clean up much nicer. The batter reminded me of Hook. You know, when they have the food fight?
Also in honor of St. Patrick's Day, I'd like to talk about the Luck of the Irish, which seems to have missed my branch of the family tree. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining! I don't have particularly bad luck in general, but I am often followed by embarrassing and awkward situations AND I am horrifically clumsy!
I submit to you an example of one of those embarrassing and awkward situations. I'm not sure what about this post is womanly, but it's a pretty amusing short story. You decide whether you think I've inherited good luck from my potato farming Irish ancestors...
When I was 21, I had the fantastic opportunity to teach English at a boarding school in Austria. It was a dream come true! Not only did I get to live in a castle on a lake in the Alps, but I got paid to do it!