Tuesday
Today, tell us about two memorable times you've prepared food. Maybe they're memorable because you set the stove on fire.... or because of who your dinner guest was. Maybe they're memorable because of what was served. Either way... get cookin'!
Bijou
The first time I actually cooked anything was in my easy bake oven when I was...6? Maybe 7. Anyway, I remember it really specifically because I had R.Jane over for a tea party, and we were all dressed up in our best visiting dresses. I was really excited to try out my easy bake for the first time. How cool would it be, I remember excitedly thinking, if I we can have real food at our tea parties? I was pretty sure that it would change my young life.
So, anyway, the timer dings, I pull out the tray and give R.Jane the first tiny cake from my oven. She gets this really nervous look on her face and plays with her hair. "I can't eat any cake, my mama says." R.Jane explains, torn between being well behaved and her love of sweet things.
I think about it for a moment, and in my childish wisdom, tell her its OK to eat because its "toy cake."
R.Jane had Celiacs disease, got a massive awful reaction to that crappy little yellow cake, and I threw it AND my easy bake oven out of my window.
The second memorable thing is, again, to do with cooking for R.Jane. I hadn't dared try since we were kids, but we were alone at the house and she was way too bogged down by paperwork to do the cooking so I thought I would give it a go. I got on google, looked up gluten free recipes and... well, it all looked really hard and fancy so I just called the gluten free takeout place we usually order from. However, I did spy a box of gluten free yellow cake mix in the pantry that looked good so I put on my (her) apron, collected the ingredients from her stash of gluten free groceries, and whipped up quite a passable yellow cake. I still remember the smile on her face when she stumbled out of the office and saw my master work of takeout boxes and yellow cake and it was all worth it.
Unfortunately, me in my dumbassery had added pudding to the cake mix to make it tastier and she ended up in the toilet all night cursing me, yellow cakes and her ' damnable gut.'
I don't cook anymore.
And I threw that damn cake out the window.
Bijou
The first time I actually cooked anything was in my easy bake oven when I was...6? Maybe 7. Anyway, I remember it really specifically because I had R.Jane over for a tea party, and we were all dressed up in our best visiting dresses. I was really excited to try out my easy bake for the first time. How cool would it be, I remember excitedly thinking, if I we can have real food at our tea parties? I was pretty sure that it would change my young life.
So, anyway, the timer dings, I pull out the tray and give R.Jane the first tiny cake from my oven. She gets this really nervous look on her face and plays with her hair. "I can't eat any cake, my mama says." R.Jane explains, torn between being well behaved and her love of sweet things.
I think about it for a moment, and in my childish wisdom, tell her its OK to eat because its "toy cake."
R.Jane had Celiacs disease, got a massive awful reaction to that crappy little yellow cake, and I threw it AND my easy bake oven out of my window.
The second memorable thing is, again, to do with cooking for R.Jane. I hadn't dared try since we were kids, but we were alone at the house and she was way too bogged down by paperwork to do the cooking so I thought I would give it a go. I got on google, looked up gluten free recipes and... well, it all looked really hard and fancy so I just called the gluten free takeout place we usually order from. However, I did spy a box of gluten free yellow cake mix in the pantry that looked good so I put on my (her) apron, collected the ingredients from her stash of gluten free groceries, and whipped up quite a passable yellow cake. I still remember the smile on her face when she stumbled out of the office and saw my master work of takeout boxes and yellow cake and it was all worth it.
Unfortunately, me in my dumbassery had added pudding to the cake mix to make it tastier and she ended up in the toilet all night cursing me, yellow cakes and her ' damnable gut.'
I don't cook anymore.
And I threw that damn cake out the window.