Over the years, I have had some pretty funny mishaps as a food blogger.
From coding and blog specific things, to kitchen and even networking with other food bloggers. #foodbloggerproblems exist and they are real, and sometimes they are real funny, but usually only after the fact.
This is such a story. Funny, but only now. Not so much that day.
So rewind to last week. I am working with a pretty big well-known food brand and I had to develop a recipe for them using their products, in which they sent me.
I got up early one morning and went to work creating the recipe I had in my mind. The first batch was ok. Not bad, just ok. So I knew I had to make some changes. It needed a little more sweetening and a bit less Chia added.
Second batch in the oven, and I had tasted the batter so I had a feeling it was going to be much better than the first. I set the oven timer for 5 minutes earlier because I am currently in an apartment with an oven that is from the stone age, and it likes to overcook EVERYTHING no matter how quickly you take it out, and even when you use the lower end of the spectrum.
Well, apparently 5 minutes wasn’t enough time and when I went to remove them, they were a bit more golden than I’d like. Not burnt, and not even inedible. In fact, they were delicious but for photo purposes, they were not acceptable. The recipe was right, the oven was wrong. ha!
So it was time to make one final batch and use a stand ard oven that wasn’t known to burn things. Mostly because all of my recipes are tested several times to make sure they work, and this one wasn’t going to be the exception.
So to a friends oven I headed, whipped up a final batch and all was wonderful with the world. (also a request was submitted to maintenance for a brand new oven… this is my job people, I pleaded)
I wound up with a dozen little mini bundt cakes that were so pretty and absolutely perfect. I needed to put the final touches on them, but it was so dark outside by this point, I needed to wait until the next morning to photograph them. I didn’t want them to sit all night with the added items (a filling and sauce) for fear they would be too soggy by the time I was ready to photograph them.
The next morning, I groggily awoke, headed straight for the coffee maker and was already thinking about the coconut mixture I needed to mix up and the chocolate sauce I was going to whip up.
I reached for the coffee pot and just stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
This was my view for the most part (the coconut was added before the photo was taken):
There were only FIVE of my dozen little mini bundts left. Now first, let me let you know my daughter and I had cut one in half the night before to taste test. So we did consume one on our own.
However, apparently the wonderful love of my life decided he was hungry at 4:30 in the morning when he got up for work and ate SIX of them. I didn’t know whether to kill him, laugh, cry or just completely give up on this recipe period, at that point.
Yes, I am flattered that he enjoyed them.
Yes, I am really happy the recipe was a success.
Yes, I am relieved I was at least able to get a few good photos, even if they were nothing like I had planned the night before.
Yes, I have since had a little talk with him about enjoying ONE not ALL of anything on the counter unless a) I’ve said “green light” or b) unless he has asked.
Yes, he felt terrible and has made it up to me several times since with sweet little gestures. (I can’t fault him, he did say “they were SOOOO good I couldn’t stop!” plus he ADORES coconut)
Yes, I am planning on posting the recipe and will link to it as soon as I have. I chose a different recipe for the brand. ha!