Halls of the Dark Muse

First of all I don't cook! And though I am not exactly very "domestic" as it were. When it comes to cooking it is not out of any particular protest or dislike, I actually wouldn't mind it because I do love food. The problem is I am a disaster at it.

Half the time I don't know what I am doing, and I try to just make it up as I go along, but to say the least I find that rarely actually works out very well.

I told my boyfriend, after he teaches me how to cook, than I won't mind doing the cooking, but he will have to do the cleaning. I hate cleaning!

So anyway I had these frozen cinnamon rolls and so I thought I would back some for breakfast, and there were some instructions, but I had no idea where they were so again I thought, well I will just figure it out. So first I think you were suppose to wait for the dough to rise before putting them in the oven, something I have never really done before, and I had no idea, how you are were suppose to get it rise, or how long it takes, or how you can tell if it raised, but I thought I would wing it.

After about an hour I decided they looked good enough, and so I put them in the oven, and again had no idea who long to bake them for, so I figured I would just make it up and I could periodically check on them.

And at one point when I went to check on them, at first I thought I had overdone them because one of them had completely fallen apart, so I took them out, and it turned out they were still undercooked because they were cold and doughy, so I put them back in again for a while and when I took them out after that, at first I thought they were overcooked.

The outside of them were all crispy and crunchy, but then when I kept eating, they got doughier on the inside, and the centers were just this gross raw gooey dough mess.

So I have no idea what happened there. Probably didn't let them rise properly before attempting to cook them.