It
started out with a way to use up some cranberry sauce that I had over
from a batch we made for Christmas. It was a great sauce having some
brandy and other festive ingredients added to it. We had made far too
much and had frozen the rest.
“I
know what I'll do “,I said , “I'll make cranberry sweet bread”.
I looked up the recipe , found all the ingredients ,and tools I
would need. Half way through I remembered the cranberry sauce would
need to be melted as it was still somewhat frozen . So I put it in
the moderately warm oven and let it melt out while I mixed the butter
and eggs and flour etc. until it was a nice crumbly mixture.
I
opened the door of the oven and saw the cranberries had melted
sufficiently and reached for the bowl. That's when it happened.
Splatt! bang! the bowl slipped from my fingers and crashed to the floor
splattering cranberry and juice all over the cupboards, floor. oven
just like a small bomb.
Now
you know cranberry is one of those foods like beets and blackberries
that stain on contact so I didn't give myself anytime to think. I
rushed into action with masses of wet paper towels and Fantastic to
wipe up as much as I could as fast as I could. I made an adequate job
of it and even managed to save half the cranberry sauce so the sweet
bread was saved.
Finally
I continued with the recipe , not really liking the funny pink color
that the bread mix looked before I put it in the oven and wondering
just how it would turn out.
All
this happened while Mike was out in the workshop so I thought it best
not to mention it. No big deal. It wasn't until we were sitting down
for lunch he said.” Whatever happened , did you cut yourself ,you
have blood all over your face”.
Yes,
the cranberry bomb had splattered me and when I looked up I
realized the ceiling had got a direct hit as well.
The
trouble was the cranberry bread wasn't very tasty either.
I don't
think I'll make it again.
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