There are eight of us going camping in OK this weekend, so I won't be posting again until Sunday night.

To anyone who might think about marrying me: Don't. I can't cook. Tonight was a good example. My sister Susan came over and helped me make cookies for the camp out this weekend. However, as we were halfway through the baking process, I realized that I had forgotten to put the salt in the recipie. My roommate T. noticed right off, but I couldn't tell.

As we finished up the cookies, we started on a couple of coffee cakes. We were mentally tripling the recipie as we went. I started to grease the pans when Susan stopped me. She had her finger in her mouth and a weird look on her face. "Something isn't right. This doesn't taste light the coffecake I made last week." I stuck my own finger into my mouth with a taste of the batter and made my own wry face. Something was definately wrong. We racked our brain, checked our math calculations... 1 1/2 tsp times 3 would equal 4 and 1 and 1/2 tsp which equals 1 Tbsp and 1 and 1/2 tsp which is 1 1/2 Tbsp. 2 cups tripled is 6 cups. 1 cup tripled is....

OH NO! I forgot to put the sugar in!

So we added the sugar and greased the pans and it turned out well after all. A tad overbrown, but very edible. Praise God!

(You know something is really wrong with the recipie when even DORINDA can tell it doesn't taste right.)