Apr. 7, 2010 12:33 am
Updated: Apr. 9, 2010 8:30 pm
We all have those moments in life when we sit (or stand) there and smile to ourselves, knowing that we totally just got the best of our adversary, won the contest, first person picked for dodgeball teams, whatever..So, about 8 in the morning, I'm in the kitchen. It's the one place in my house…
I'm Rachel. I'm 26 years old. I've lived in Huntsville since I was 4. I've been a pharmacy tech for almost 8 years now, but I've discovered I like cooking more and I would like to get into that instead. My fiance says I'm a hopeless foodie. Even with working full-time and hanging out with family and friends and planning our own wedding (06-13-10), I still think about food more!
My favorite things to cook
Chocolate cake and macaroni and cheese were the first things I learned to make from scratch. They will always have a special place in my heart... and in my stomach! :)
My favorite family cooking traditions
Every Christmas Eve, my parents and I bake several dozen different kinds of cookies, typically chocolate chip, peanut butter, chocolate oatmeal, oatmeal raisin, snickerdoodles, and whatever else we decide on. I've also been the birthday cake baker in my family for the past 12 years. My sister always wants chocolate with chocolate, Dad wants yellow with chocolate, Mom lets me pick, and for mine, I pull out a cookbook of cakes, close my eyes and flip to a page. Whatever one I land on is my cake for that year.
My cooking triumphs
Making my friends' wedding cake. I had a total of 6 hours of sleep in 2 days, was totally exhausted, but it was the most accomplished feeling I've ever had. The oohs and aahs at the reception were so worth it. The cake tasted heavenly and looked so beautiful.
My cooking tragedies
My mother has a story she loves to tell about when I was 14 months old and tried to make my first cake. I got out of my crib in the middle of the night and snuck into the kitchen. I dragged out the gallon of milk and a dozen eggs, the whole bag of self-rising flour, and the sugar and poured them all out in the floor. I then proceeded to mix all the ingredients right there in the floor with my hands. Mom woke up the next morning and found me asleep in the kitchen floor in the middle of my mess o' batter, which during the night had spread to every surface I could get to in the kitchen, and all over me. It took her forever to get it and me cleaned up.. I had all the right ingredients, I just skipped the important things like the bowl, mixing spoon, etc.