Know your limits!!

Yes I find this mildly offensive, but also completely hilarious. Hey, if you can't laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?

I've been feeling pretty cocky lately, what with my ability to build shelves, can apricots, manage a daycare, etc, etc. Yeah, I am pretty awesome. But last night brought up yet again the one thing I fail miserably at time and time again.

I can't make popcorn to save my life.

Flashback 5 1/2 years ago or so. I was engaged to Jay, we were at his parents house, late one night. We decided some microwave popcorn would be nice. So I went up, put a bag in the microwave, hit a button or two, and waited.

A couple minutes later, black smoke is pouring out of the microwave, the smoke alarms are going off, and Jay's parents, who were asleep, are now awake, wondering if their house is burning down.

I don't think there were literally flames coming off the bag, but it was definitely on fire, and to this day there is a fairly large scorch mark in my mother-in-laws microwave.

I haven't done much with popcorn since. . . until last night. Jay convinced me to make some popcorn in the popcorn maker. Ok, so maybe if I can't do the microwaved bit, I can at least manage a popcorn machine right? WRONG. I guess it's been awhile since I used one of those.

I liberally dumped a cup of kernels in, turned on the popper, and waited for results. The results were blackened kernels, and the smell of scorched corn. Apparently one has to turn on the popper, let it heat up first, and then add kernels. Oh.

I am done with making popcorn. I know my limits.