Yesterday my cell phone beeped to inform me that I had a voice message. It's a very spiteful phone, and it had stayed in its usual character by not informing me of this voice message that was sent Wednesday until Friday. It was a lady from church informing me of the church anniversary gathering after the service at our new facility, and she said, "I've been told you make great cookies, so I was wondering if you could make some for the occasion." I wasn't sure I heard the message correctly at first. The only cookies I've made as an adult have been the pre-made pillsbury kind, where the difficulty lies in remembering to preheat the oven and space the chunks of cookie out correctly on the sheet. So I figured that she must either have me mixed up with someone else, or was saying she'd heard I made great cookies as a way to flatter me into making more. Either way, I figured I should probably make the cookies from scratch, as some people claim they can tell the difference when they aren't.
So tonight at Borders while Brandon poured over books about the happy ancient greek people, I searched for a good cookbook. A simple cookbook. Something that spelled out plainly how to cook the simplest items for undomesticated people like me. I found one recipe that included packed brown sugar, white sugar, vanilla extract, chocolate chips (of course), flour, eggs, a handmixer, and I think some parsley and maybe fresh salmon or something. And they had the nerve to begin the recipe by saying, "Cookies are a perfect treat to prepare with children because cookies are oh so easy to make." Sigh. Rub it in.
I'm thinking I'm not the only one in my generation who is completely useless in the kitchen. I'm really not sure when I was supposed to learn to cook. My parents had to work, I never really had time to learn to cook through high school and then ended up getting married before the magical moment when I learned how to be the perfect housewife who balances a job and college. To this, I expect little sympathy. "If it's important, you'll make time for it." I really hate that saying. And if anyone knows of a cookbook with simple recipes, a book that spells things out for you in a nearly infuriatingly meticulous way, let me know.
So tonight at Borders while Brandon poured over books about the happy ancient greek people, I searched for a good cookbook. A simple cookbook. Something that spelled out plainly how to cook the simplest items for undomesticated people like me. I found one recipe that included packed brown sugar, white sugar, vanilla extract, chocolate chips (of course), flour, eggs, a handmixer, and I think some parsley and maybe fresh salmon or something. And they had the nerve to begin the recipe by saying, "Cookies are a perfect treat to prepare with children because cookies are oh so easy to make." Sigh. Rub it in.
I'm thinking I'm not the only one in my generation who is completely useless in the kitchen. I'm really not sure when I was supposed to learn to cook. My parents had to work, I never really had time to learn to cook through high school and then ended up getting married before the magical moment when I learned how to be the perfect housewife who balances a job and college. To this, I expect little sympathy. "If it's important, you'll make time for it." I really hate that saying. And if anyone knows of a cookbook with simple recipes, a book that spells things out for you in a nearly infuriatingly meticulous way, let me know.
