Tell Me I'm Not Alone
Jul. 1, 2010 11:50 am
Updated: Jul. 8, 2010 5:07 pm
I love cooking.
I also love art, but let's face it - I'm no artist. And while I've learned to accept the fact that no one in their right mind would even consider admiring my crayon drawings, I still hold out hope for my cooking skills. So today was baking day - - -
I found this incredibly wonderful website (SmittenKitchen.com) where an obviously skilled chef shares her lovely recipes along with step by stop photos (sigh with envy).
I attacked PopTarts (because it irks me to no end to pay $2.50 for a box of tasteless pieces of cardboard full of ingredients I can't pronounce - not to mention how annoyed I get when hubby asks for them).
Two hours later, I ended up with several little piles of goo (which I *think* is supposed to be pastry dough) - pathetic little things really, all lop-sided and topsy-turvy with jam eeking out the sides. The more I tried to mold and shape the little buggers,
the more gookey they became. They're chilling in the fridge right now, so I'm holding out hope that maybe (fingers crossed) they'll at least end up tasting - - - while, something unlike the 25 pound pound cake I made a few years back.
Which leaves me with The Mess.
Rolling pin covered with bits of sticky dough, flour EVERYWHERE, a sink full of dirty bowls, pans, and assorted kitchen utensils ..... oh dear. And let's not even start with Gorgon (the Kitchen Aid I simply HAD to have). I recall pleading with my husband
last Christmas, visions of a lovely apron clad lady replete with high heels, beautifully coiffed hair, and a kitchen full of scrumptious baked goods. Yeah. Right. Gorgon and I have had our moments. He stares at me with that nasty beater smile of his, taunting
me to come on over and whisk up a dance or two (shudder).
In any event - War Against Walmart continues with success. It's been an entire week and (while I admit to driving by every now and then, if for no other reason than to stop and chat with the RVers who camp out in their parking lot), I haven't set foot inside.
Grocery bill this week came to a measly $14 and change. Of course, feed for the T-Bone (the steer) and the chickens (who STILL haven't started laying yet) was close to $100.
Oops - timer went off. Let's see how those bloody pop-tarts go!
Oh Yikes. Oh Double Yikes. No wonder people actually go through all that fuss and bother. Mine certainly don't look like a professional job, but taste wise? Yummmm! Here's link to website if anyone's interested:
Dang - can't post photo until it's approved .... but trust me - they're worth the work.