For my Keeping It Real Series, here are my 10 Confessions on the 10th of June:
1. I don't eat eggs.
The real story behind this is that when I was younger, I had an Unbaked Cookie Dough recipe that I loved to make.
We raised chickens.
We had a rooster.
A partial-formed chick showed up in the egg, unbeknownst to me and, you guessed it.
I ate it.
I chewed on it a bit before I realized what it was. I could never eat plain eggs in any form or fashion from that day forward. Yes, I cook and bake with eggs but I don't do scrambled, over-easy, deviled or fried eggs.
No, thank you.
Traumatizing.
Forever.
2. I am a romantic to a fault.
I'm sappy. I'm the one crying at weddings.
I used to fall head over heels easily when I was younger.
I love romantic comedies, love songs and real love stories (but not romance novels).
I am moved by love letters and love songs.
I dream of writing a book about love.
3. I used to be a horrible cook.
I reported this confession when I started my blog.
It was a long time ago.
Thank you to the poor souls that tasted my early fixings.
Special thanks to the guy who ate a whole bowl of horrible carrot soup before I realized the coriander seed called for in the recipe was meant to be ground coriander instead of full seeds.
4. I had an accident and wet my dress.
During first grade, I was too shy to ask the teacher to use the restroom.
I had an accident in the middle of our Pilgrim play, in my Little House on the Prarie-like dress.
I never lived that down.
5. My first kiss was when I had braces with a boy who had braces...
and we feared that our metal mouths would get tangled.
It was on the bus ride home on the last day of church camp.
I cried when I got off the bus by I think my parents thought I was emotional after the camp topics.
It was the boy.
6. I had to report myself to the police when I was 16.
My dad made me report a fender bender to the police station when I was 16.
I crashed my turquoise car into a boy's car in the high school parking lot on accident.
I knew the boy. He was at track practice. I didn't have anything to write a note with.
I drove home. My dad had me turn around and drive to the local police station which was also the jail.
I reported my "crime".
The next day, said boy, approached me, spotting my distinct turquoise car paint on his car, laughing. It was not a big deal and he could not believe I went to the police station.
My dad taught me a good life lesson that day.
I will forever come clean with any "accident" and I will always carry a pen and paper to leave a note.
7. I'm ready for a self-driving car.
When you are married to someone who is "allowed" to drive at fast clips with their job, it translates to that said individual driving at that quick pace all the time.
I understand that they are trained to drive at a fast pace and know how a car would react.
My dad just bought a car that almost does everything for him. It alerts him when he's close to the lines. When other cars are getting close it adjusts the speed or steps on the brakes. It controls the speed which he drives on the freeway.
It's perfect. You can't get upset with a car after all!
8. I am the queen of multi-tasking but sometimes that gets me in trouble.
This mainly happens in the kitchen when I start cooking/baking multiple dishes at once.
I have been known to add an extra ingredient to one item that was meant to be added to the other bowl.
Whoops.
Sometimes the best creations come from mistakes.
9. Being a mom hurts the heart sometimes.
I have great kids but nobody is perfect.
We all have bad days.
What's especially tricky is when their bad days intersect our bad days.
I get it. I was a teenager once too.
Perhaps we all should write a letter to our future selves when we are teenagers to refer back to when we are adults. Can you imagine?
What would you tell your 14-year old self now?
10. I love eating raw dough.
My husband thinks I'm crazy for loving raw dough, of all kinds.
You guys, it's so good!
You would think that I would learn my lesson from said confession number one above.
I can't help it.
Don't all good cooks taste their concoctions in order to know if more salt or seasonings are needed?
That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.
