I don’t know what is happening, but lately…my cooking has gone to the dogs. Actually I don’t even think dogs would eat what’s coming out of my kitchen.

Here’s what I mean:

Two attempts at steel cut oats: one stovetop, the other in the slowcooker and both a colossal failure. I’m talking about sludgy, rubbery oatmeal that no one, and I mean no one, should be forced to look at let alone eat.

One attempt at home-made biscuits: from a recipe other people have made successfully and I somehow bake into cement discs. They’re so brick hard I could donate them for use in Olympic discus competitions. Or maybe skeet shooting.

One episode of chicken cacciatore carnage: an experience I’d rather forget and you’d rather not know about.

Three attempts to make banana bread: from a recipe I’ve used successfully hundreds of times yet each loaf is rubbery and blegh. (more…)