When I bake, the children cry.

I cannot make desserts. I have no idea why. I just cannot do it. I follow every recipe word for word and nothing ever turns out right. Ever. When I make Rice Crispy treats you have to eat them out of a bowl, with a spoon. When I make pies... people run for cover. The last time I tried to make hard candy, my husband was rushed to the hospital with third degree burns all over his body.

Okay, the last part might not be true, but you get my drift. I can make the best meatloaf this side of the Mississippi River. You would kill for a piece of my fried chicken. People have actually paid me for my Pepperoni Rolls. But they cry when presented with a tray of my sweet treats. They cry and beg and eventually run out the door.

Today, I tried to make a Halloween dessert. I messed it up. It is not edible. At all. Trust me. I tried. I didn't try hard. But I tried. Yesterday, I tried to make a Millionaire's Pie. I forgot to drain the crushed pineapple. The result was not pretty nor did it taste good.

Tomorrow, I am going to try to make some Chocolate Covered Coconut Balls. They should be great. Wanna come over?