Life could be beautiful ... if not for the other people were ...
The cooking group has not always been fun and I am with all coped well until she showed up
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I'm always the cook in charge of dessert.
4 weeks ago there was pumpkin bread for dessert.
I had never done that, so I've just done what is in the recipe. Then they came - we call them Resi - and squeezing in between, because that had ever baked. Basically I have nothing against it, the dessert sometimes help to have, but after it had intervened, I stood around and could only sit and watch.
grumbled to me, that I ingredient had had A and B mixed already, because you actually B and C together and was not allowed rankommen A * C
, and then she still has rumgeklugschissen forever why yeast now as what needs to mix with and that let the action should be to clarify and I repeatedly shown "Look how beautiful it all is sometimes already up.! See that? "
And in between it has not communicated constantly, that they never the shell of the pumpkin with doing in there (it was Hokkaido, since you eat the bowl) and that they are the pumpkin with a little water and browned until it breaks down (after we had it already mashed) that their pumpkin bread is always less orange and so on and so forth. And always with this "I think you have it all totally wrong done and so nothing can be" tone.
* do not ask, I do not know what an ingredient with what was allowed or not ... The coronation was then, when she told me she kneads the dough now and then
I may sometimes form a sandwich.
Because murder is straftbar Unfortunately, I left the kitchen and can make.
Today there was - at the suggestion of Resi - Salzburg dumplings.
She was told that they should bring back the recipe and modest to say what ingredients we would need so that all could be bought. It has done neither the one nor the other. So, Marie - the head of the cooking group - picked out a recipe and purchased accordingly.
Resi should make it with me because she had indeed done it before ... we thought. But no, they did not have. She had not even eat the stuff or even just a glimpse of how that looks.
And she has rumgemault that the recipe all mixed up and would be incomprehensible. To understand this incredibly complex and incomprehensible
the recipe .
It then has ever prepared everything, Marie she could happily stop them all beat egg whites included, to make schonmal ready, because we still had food and the egg whites until then, of course, would have collapsed.
After the soup we are two make it to the kitchen to the gnocchi, and she told me that she had almost everything ready, the sugar had been mixed with the vanilla sugar ... - Stupid, only that the Vanillezucker in die Milch gehörte.
Dann forderte sie mich auf, die Form einzubuttern... die Form in die man Milch reinkippt, was man wüßte, wenn man das Rezept gelesen hätte. Ich sagte, nein brauchen wir nicht, da kommt eh die Milch rein, es ist unnötig sie einzufetten. Sie darauf: blanervsülzunverständlichesRezeptmosermotz....
Na gut, dachte ich mir, setze ich die Milch mit einem Teelöffel Vanillezucker auf, dann ist da wenigstens ein bißchen Vanillegschmack drin. Statt mich einfach machen zu lassen und die Buttercreme und den Eischnee zu schlagen, mußte sie noch großes Drama do, where to get a both measuring cup in order to measure the milk, took the standing in front of her measuring cup in his hand, said there would be no scale on it. I do stuff on the thing, of course, is a plan. I say this, they ignored it, of course, in their futile search for something and talkative nature frightens even back up all the people to find a measuring cup that is already available. I say now very annoyed that there is a scale on it and they pimped me, but I would need to be so snotty. I reach for the milk carton and 500ml Measuring cup and they still have to teach me said that once I measure out 500ml and 100ml once would have.
I'm not just admit the mental arithmetic genius, but I was already in the elementary school to calculate. I could have beat them, but I turned in the greatest reluctance, only the eyes in his head and measured the milk. Then I wanted to pour the vanilla sugar in the milk and suddenly they pimped me, what I would do there, but the vanilla sugar is mixed already with the other sugar.
Yes, I am sure we will all die of sugar shock when are 5g provided more sugar than in the dumplings! Then came Marie stormed into the kitchen to calm the situation and Resi pouted around, that I had acted arbitrarily and not running their commands had (ok, not literally , but that was the quintessence). And why, if she only makes nonsense and I'm trying to save what can be saved.
When we had to tip the butter mixture into the egg whites it was then that we would not thing so get a plastic scraper, because you could scrape the stuff not usually down to the last micrograms from the bowl and the waste would be, but she was not able to waste their time too short to force the bowl to keep, so I get without a plastic scraper, the mass of the bowl.
Why must there be such pesky senior teacher, who think only their way of doing something, just was the right and the need to constantly pontificate about something that nobody is interested. And to understand then be too stupid even a recipe that might even cook a basic school problems ...
The noodles are done and have tasted the way ... Despite Resist "Help".
in all its glory 
