Hello my dear unburnt, golden, lightly toasted, and charcoaled cornflakes (or should I write “readers”….. nah!) I am making an announcement.
I have once again signed myself up for an impossible task… well not impossible but something I am HOPING to successfully complete and will have fun doing. It’s not writing another novel in a month (afterall it is not November).
I am undertaking the WordPress challenge and will be posting once a week. So brace yourselves, lets hope I won’t cook up a tornado, burn the house down, and have to many mental breakdowns over food, writing, writing on food, food on writing moments.
With some luck I will keep you interested and neither of us fall off the plate like that meatball who tumbled into the garden.
Let the noshing commence!!
There are days where I worry, plan, stress, plan more, organize, read and re-read recipes to get not only the shopping list right but the things I need to make it (utencils/skillets etc) that I become completely obsessed with the whole cooking process. Sometimes I worry for days on upcoming recipes I have never tried before which leads to “THE BIG FREAK OUT” while I am prepping or cooking which further leads to COMPLETE ABANDONMENT.
This all leads me to yesterday which reminded me “who” exactly it is that I am cooking for…. my family, not the prime minister, Queen Elizabeth or Bobby Flay. Cooking, much like writing, it is important to realise who your audience (eaters) is and what they want. Let me see here, I’ve got 5 kids and a hubs with very good appetites with taste buds that pull them toward creature comforts and novelty. Somewhere along the way I have gotten carried away on exotic flavors, techniques and complex recipes….
Which brings me to today where I just realised sometimes it is the simplest of things that will bring those “Rave Reviews” I am always hoping for. Last nights dinner was a hit, a complete success and was the hubbub of the evening. The only part I played was purchasing the goods required. The rest was up to hubs and he downright nailed it and I have to say I am pretty darn proud because he is ALWAYS reminding me to relax and take it easy.
The tasty delight was *drum roll please*
Nachos and cheese.
Gawd I love that man.
A Throwback back to 2007.
It was my dad’s birthday and I wanted to surprise him with something special, so I picked out the “Death by Chocolate” cake recipe from “Clueless in the Kitchen” where I also found a recipe for icing from scratch. Awesome, I gathered all the ingredients to make the cake into cupcakes and baked the afternoon away, my condo smelled like a sweet bakery and dang was I getting proud. I was really excited to impress my parents with not just baking cupcakes but baking EVERYTHING from scratch!! I decided to make the icing bright blue because I thought it would make an awesome contrast to the dark chocolate as well as be more exciting than just plain ol’ white icing. So the icing wasn’t just blue it was electric kool-aid Technicolor blue; how awesome was that??? I’ll tell ya…. It was Quasimodo awesome!!!
I was so excited to have these cupcakes done and was so pleased with the colour of my icing I quickly got to work icing everything away. Right away the icing started falling off my super warm cupcakes and was making a strange blue/green/yellow icing pool on the plate. “Eff” I thought to myself, so I called mom and told her I made something for dad but it wasn’t turning out “pretty looking” she assured me it would be fine and to come on over with whatever it is I made. I gathered the gooey mess and drove on over to their place.
We celebrated with a quiet lunch and for dessert were to be the cupcakes. I put one on each plate; the three of us sang “Happy Birthday.” Dad needed a cup of tea after lunch so he set to making a cup of tea to go with the cupcakes. Mom set to getting the muffin wrapping off the bottom of the cupcake, not only was it stuck it seemed cemented to the cupcake, while she struggled away with the paper wrapping she dropped it onto the plate and it made this huge “THUD” it sounded like it nearly broke the plate. All of us burst out laughing, the cupcakes were heavy as rocks and could easily be used as weapons instead of a tasty dessert. I struggled for about 10 more minutes trying to get more of the paper off my own cupcake (between laughing fits) before I finally gave up and announced a complete failure.
I think the plate had a larger dent in it than my ego at the end of the day, and I don’t think it will be a birthday I will forget in a long time.