I have never claimed to be a good cook. I love watching all the cooking shows, though - - like Top Chef, Next Food Network Star, Throwdown, Chopped - - you know, those. However, if I were to ever be a contestant on any of those shows, it would be "Worst Cooks" - and I would win the title, hands down. My family, in sheer survival mode, tries to build me up as a cook and convince me that I'm good. But I know the truth. And I'm okay with that. I love take out.
But a few years ago, my son was leaving for Bulgaria. He was going to serve a mission for our church, and he would be gone for two years. His only request before he left was that I make him L emon squares. That was the least I could do for my little boy before he left to some faraway land. And I've eaten lemon squares, they didn't seem too hard to make. Afterall, it's not like it was lemon souffle shaped like the country of Bulgaria. They were lemon squares - just lemon, shaped like a box. Surely I could do that. So, I found a recipe - - and it wasn't just any recipe - - it was the "perfect" recipe, or so it said. How could I screw up a "perfect" recipe? It asked for lemon zest. I don't have lemon zest. Why would I? And grounded almonds. Nope, not those either. Plus, there were just too many steps to these "perfect" lemon squares. So, I bought a box. You know, like a box cake. Only these were box lemon squares. Long story short - - disaster. I couldn't even make a box.
So, today, L is for Loser (could be Loser Me . . . but it's really for Loser Lemon Squares).