Stupidity

A couple of weeks ago I was looking for an excuse to make cinnamon rolls. I need an excuse to make anything, otherwise I am left alone all day with something that is much more fun to eat than say chicken and vegetables. Our neighborhood was having a block party and it seemed like a good reason to try this recipe I found (click here). ** I didn't use the nuts, as Ross doesn't like them**

The recipe is fairly easy, especially if you have a bread maker, which I don't. So I planned on doing it the old fashion way. I started to make the rolls following her directions and I get to the part where you are supposed to add the flour in 1/2 cup increments. I start adding the flour and I add all 4 cups and the dough is still waaay sticky. So I add another 1/2 cup scoop and continue to knead. Still way too sticky, so I add yet another 1/2 cup. I know when you are making bread it is not always going to be the exact same amount of flour, but come on, it can't be THAT off?!

I continue to knead and then add another 1/2 cup, and another and another. Seriously?! Am I doing something wrong? Panic starts to set in and I yell for Ross to come and look. He says it needs more flour. Duh! I begin to tell him how I have added way more flour than what the recipe calls for, but he agrees that I still need more flour. So I add yet another 1/2 cup and another until it finally starts to form a ball. It could probably use another half cup, but I am so terrified that I have done something wrong and added too much flour, probably double what the recipe called for, and that I have ruined the rolls. I cover the dough to let it rise.

I start to make the cinnamon center (which if you are going to make this recipe, I doubled - yeah I like sugar and who doesn't want an ooey gooey center). I need the 1/2 cup measuring spoon so I go to my drawer and pull it out. Wait. If I just used the 1/2 cup shouldn't it be dirty in the sink? So I look in the sink and see the cup sitting there. Yep, sure enough I had been using 1/4 cup. I indeed needed to be putting double the flour in because I was using a measuring cup half the recommended size.

I start to sulk in my own stupidity and stood in the kitchen and stared at both the measuring cups. Ross came in and asked what my deal was and I begin to tell him about my moment of ditzyness and he just laughs at me. Nice.

At least the rolls still turned out awesome and I highly recommend this recipe - everyone at the party wanted it too. Just make sure you double check all your measuring cups and spoons before you use them ;)

On another note of my stupidity...sort of....Nate wanted me to show pictures of the blisters I acquired during the TOU half. Unfortunately I popped them later that day before taking pictures (TMI?). So there wasn't much to take a picture of. However, during the running portion of the triathlon last weekend I felt a blister forming in the same spot on the arch of my right foot. Is it just me or does my foot look ginormous in this picture?

So here, for you Nate, is a picture of my blister (the white part) on top of my healing former blister (the pink part underneath). Not fun; the picture doesn't do it justice. You know what else isn't fun? When you run 13 miles and afterwords your second toe feels a little funny, but you think nothing about it until you look down a couple of days later and wonder if your husband painted one toe nail while you were sleeping.

Then I remember I don't own any finger/toe nail polish. Crap.

You know what is not stupid? Michael Phelps jokes and funny graphs. I can't get enough of them - these are some recent favorites. Click here and here.