This blog slightly backpacks the last, considering the lack of luck I
experience at times.
“BOOM.”
“BOOM.”
“Aaaahhhhh!”
The stove
just blew up.
Back in the United States, I love baking. Right before I moved to
Nicaragua, I made a delicious pumpkin cheesecake and cooked chili, meatball
subs, and homemade pizza. I really do love to cook.
Therefore, tonight, I thought it would be fun to make something sweet to
eat. I perused a couple of recipe websites and found a recipe for cinnamon
pound cake. This sounded delectable, and I didn’t need any complicated
ingredients.
The recipe is here in case you want to check it out. It turned out
great!
Since there are very few measuring cups, I just used a drinking cup and
a spoon to measure out the cups, teaspoons, and tablespoons. Everything was
going well, one could even say things were going great.
I even remembered to preheat the oven before I started mixing everything
together. Once the pan was prepared and all poured in, I looked at the oven and
saw that it was no longer hot. I turned the gas while turning the knob for the
oven temperature with the oven door open… (Don’t ask)…and you know what comes next “BOOM.”
This was approximately my
face when I blew up the stove. Oops
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Everyone came in because I may have screamed a little bit. I must have
appeared quite scared because everyone looked at me like I was dead or had just
lost my sight or something.
I didn’t think I seemed that scared until I realized that I was shaking
afterwards. I could feel the heat on my cheeks, partly from the actual heat
from the oven, and also the heat that is associated with doing something that
makes a really loud noise and everyone comes to look at how silly you are.
Thankfully, the cake was quite delicious. To me, it was worth the
explosion, but the question “Que te paso, Anna” was thrown around quite a bit.
“What happened, Anna?!” I will never know.
Everyday things seem to be more difficult for me to do here. I
think this is probably one of the biggest things I am learning: letting go of
my pride, learning to do things differently, and embracing who I am in Christ! And reaping the benefits:
cinnamon pound cake. HA
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