I Don't Cook - I Can't Be Good In Every Room Of The House

I was hanging out with my Susie Homemaker friends one night and they were taking about all the things they cooked/sewed/crocheted/ baked/created. I don't do any of these things well. During the conversation they talked about yeast. I told them that I'd never purchased yeast. Ever. I'm 39 years old and I've never had a reason to buy yeast. They would have been less shocked if I'd have told them I was considering quitting my job, dropping out of society, and wearing live animals as hats. So they took pity on me and told me they were teaching me to make homemade rolls. My job: Buy the yeast and bring it. So I went to the store. There were 2 kinds so I bought both since I had NO IDEA which one was right. I am proud to announce that I have now purchased yeast. It was a BIG deal. Oh and Kim told me to bring a jelly roll pan and I had to Google it to see what one was. We went to my friend Kim's house and proceeded to make rolls. Because they are overachievers and saw fit to try to domesticate me we made dinner rolls and cinnamon rolls. Look at them comparing recipes and ingredients. See anyone missing from this picture? Yeah, I had nothing to add so I went and sat down.
Ok, here's why I don't do this. Do you know how many packages of Rhodes Bake and Serve Freezer rolls I can buy for the $600 mixer that Kim and Theresa each have???

Plus look at the mess the mixer makes when you are talking and not paying attention and don't get the lid/cover/thingy on it.

They made me melt butter, scald milk, and roll out the cinnamon rolls. Lets be clear. It's not that I can't cook. I CAN. It's that I don't enjoy it. I find no love for it. I am kneading the dough and cracking jokes. Look how hard Theresa is laughing at me because I have just announced that the hottest thing in this kitchen is me. And then Theresa the DORK smeared flour on my face and I smeared it on hers. Oh and check my wicked awesome Michael Jackson RIP t-shirt that I got in LA while we were on our Disneyland vacation. We were there during the MJ funeral and I got this shirt from a street vendor for 2 bucks!

Putting the cinnamon on. At this point in the night I am such a good cook I can unscramble an egg.

Pleshette thought we needed more.

Cinnamon rolls done. Next for dinner rolls. Kim was rolling the regular rolls and laughing so hard she's falling down.

We brought some of our kids and we had a good time laughing, joking, and talking while the rolls raised.

Look at Shayla. She doesn't see a lot of hard core cooking and she was mesmerized and very impressed.

Success! Um, we burned them a little because we were talking and laughing looking through our old high school year books and we didn't hear the timer ding. Whoops!And TA-DA the finished product. Oh the ones without frosting are for Carrie and I. We don't like frosting.

It was so fun and a wonderful experience. This is not anything I'd have ever attempted on my own. Thanks gals for trying to domesticate me. I'm actually in negotiations to get my own show on HGTV called "Microwaving with KyAnn" where I only make things that begin with "instant" or end with "helper."