I spent much of today stirring this pot. Actually, I spent the last twenty four hours stirring many pots. Other than sleeping for eight hours and getting the kids off to school, I’ve not done much other than this.
You see, yesterday I promised the kids an extra special dessert after supper. And to celebrate the arrival of a new donut pan I had ordered which allows me to bake donuts instead of frying them, I thought I’d bake some delicious and nutritious pumpkin donuts.
I found a highly rated recipe online, but as I read the recipe I was bummed that it called for so little pumpkin. So, I tweaked it a bit.
Word to the wise, if you come across a recipe that has lots of glowing reviews, there’s a reason why. Don’t mess with it.
So, I added some extra pumpkin, bumped up the egg and flour measures and into the oven it went. Twenty minutes later we didn’t have pumpkin donuts. We had crustless pumpkin pies. Still edible, but not donuts.
My kids assured me that they weren’t terrible. Bless their hearts.
Shortly after washing those dishes I crashed and before I knew it the sun came up. I got the kids on the bus and back into the kitchen I went. It’s a good thing I like the kitchen.
Today’s plan was to develop a prize winning cookie recipe. You see, I’m going to a baker’s conference in a few weeks and there’s a cookie competition before we leave. You know how much I love recipe contests.
All day I worked on my recipe. By the time the kids came home from school I had three different versions of the cookie. Each one had a slight tweak or improvement to make it the very best it could be.
Shannon was the first one through the door and this is the gist of our conversation:
Shannon: Oooooh, you’ve been baking today!
Me: I sure have! Are you hungry?
Shannon: Yup, tell me you didn’t make donuts again.
Me: Um, no. Cookies.
Shannon: I love cookies. What kind? Chocolate chip?
Me: Nope. XXXX-XXXX-XXXX (It’s a surprise until I put it up on the blog tomorrow)
Shannon: Oh, I hate XXXXXX.
Me: Can you at least look at them?
With this, Shannon goes over to look at the trays of cookies. She starts with my earliest batch and works her way down to the version I was finally happy with….
Shannon: It’s a good thing you kept baking Mom. They don’t look like scones anymore. Cookies and scones are supposed to look different.
At that point I wasn’t sure which mistake I had made was greater; that I taught her how to talk or that I taught her about baked goods.
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
I did finally convince her to try one of my cookies even though it had an offensive ingredient in it. And she actually liked it. So, there’s that.
Now, I have a mountain full of dishes to wash and eight dozen cookies to pack up.
I’m not cooking a blessed thing tomorrow. I have a Groupon for a local pizza joint and that’s what we are having for dinner. Cereal for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch and pizza for dinner.
My apron is going up on a hook. For a day anyway….