Most Texans know how to cook, and they really know how to eat. Well, I got the eating gene but not the cooking one. So the no-bake cookie recipe my mom sent me to take to my moms’ group holiday party? Sounded like a plan!
Three varieties of sugar (white, brown and powdered), orange juice, pecans and a few other ingredients rolled in coconut. My mom took these to every party for years and never came home with a single sweet leftover. A sure-fire hit!
I should have known sugar and Seattle don’t mix.
And balls and Seattle don’t mix.
I even gave them a new, slicker moniker: “Coconut-orange rounds.”
Nope, those weren’t balls on a platter, they were rounds.
I proudly carried my balls into the party, and two hours later I proudly carried the full platter home, minus the three I scarfed down.
I then walked into my kitchen and threw the balls in the near vicinity of the compost bin. Dozens of balls toppled to the floor.
I cleaned up my mess, and the balls eventually landed in the compost with the failed bacon-wrapped breadsticks I made for the same party. I had good intentions, but really just need a support group for domestic disasters.
One nutty mom strikes again! I’m certain to have at least a few more debacles to round out 2011. Stay tuned!
