Hi Wanda. That sounds like something I would do - eat the whole batch so mother wouldn’t know. But we always had a dog and he would have helped eat them.
Your baking disaster reminded me of a childhood friend whose mother wouldn’t let her learn cooking as she didn’t want the mess. After marriage, my friend had no idea about making a meal or cleaning the house. Luckily she married a chef.
It’s important to learn living skills while growing up.
I had no idea how to cook, either! Fortunately, I was great at cleaning because I had to do that to Mom's strict standards. She would assign tasks and would make me redo until the job was as good as she cleaned. I can't tell you how many times I had to pull out the sweeper to redo that task! I was a perfectionist at cleaning. I still wash dishes like she taught me to do. I dropped the bleach in wash water when someone was sick though. I hate the smell. I do bleach the sink regularly, though. @redheadpei. Thank you for reading and commenting!
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I do the bleach thing regularly for the sink and dish cloth. Funny about the cleaning. In my early twenties, I would visit my friend ( in her own house after she married) on a Saturday morning and she would be down on her knees washing the kitchen floor. The rest of the house could be in total chaos but that floor was shining. Washing the kitchen floor was the one job her mother felt she could do safely.