It must have been six or seven years ago. Jon and I had an annoying houseguest...who shall remain nameless. Oh what the hell…let’s just call her Satie. We decided to make cookies—the infamous Neiman Marcus variety whose recipe pops up in email inboxes every now and then.
Satie must have been having low blood sugar or something because she started belting out “The Twelve Days of Christmas.” At the top of her lungs. In the middle of August. Don’t ask…I still can’t figure it out, and it’s almost been a decade. And no: We weren’t making that kind of cookie, thank you very much.
It was quite a kerfuffle. We forgot to add the flour, the cookies were horrible, and Satie wouldn’t shut up.
Moral of the story: Do the whole mise en place thing when you bake; you’ll be less likely to forget an ingredient. And if you see crazy, cross the street.