No one can accuse me of being afraid to fail.
Today was another perfectly gorgeous fall day. It was in the low seventies with a slight breeze and a deep, endless blue sky. It’s MEA, so the kids are all out of school. MJ and I took all of hers for a lovely walk around a new lake. We decided a few weeks back that it was silly to keep walking around the same lake every day, when this city has so many to choose from. In the last few months, we’ve done Harriet, Isles, Cedar and Nokomis. We’ve walked around Calhoun plenty but it’s not our favorite. We decided it was high time we walked around Lake Hiawatha. It’s a small lake but the Northeast side of it is adjacent to a golf course, which is included in the path around the lake. Hiawatha is right over the parkway from Nokomis and its overlooked by everyone except the people who actually live on it.
It’s a beautiful little lake! The golf course is also picturesque. It’s hard to believe that all that pastoral beauty is right in the middle of town and not even considered one of the hot neighborhoods. We loved it. We’re definitely keeping it in the walk rotation.
After I got home from my walk, I got some work done and while Jay was grilling us a fabulous dinner, I mixed up some ginger snaps. I make killer gingersnaps. They’re chewy and delicious.
So naturally, I decided to change up the recipe. All I did was switch out some of the white sugar for brown sugar. I thought that might make them even chewier.
I was wrong.
It made them flatten out and bubble like horrible, evil, molasses pancakes.
They were inedible.
But they smelled fantastic, which only made matters worse: the house smells like ginger snaps but we don’t get to eat any.
Tomorrow, I’ll make a good batch and stick to the recipe.
But hey, I had an idea and I had to see if it worked and now I know it doesn’t. It was worth a try!
While I was making abominable ginger snaps, Jay grilled up the best swordfish we've ever had. It was light, flavorful and melted in my mouth. It more than made up for not having any dessert.
P.S. I did make a good batch the next day and that’s when I discovered I probably forgot to double the flour in the first, terrible batch. Oh well.