Well, it’s the final day of my “Pinterest-free week” and I have to say, though not all of my cooking was “successful,” per se, I feel like I learned a lot more this week than I have in the past months of my fumbling through recipes I’d found on Pinterest.
I spent a preposterous amount of time in my kitchen today. It started around noon, when my fiance’s 8-year-old son and I teamed up to make some Father’s Day cheesecake brownies. Last time (which was the first time) he helped me cook, I was a nervous wreck. I thought: I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m going to screw this up, and he’ll never again want a thing to do with cooking. But this time, I was comfortable. I did know what I was doing, I felt like there was only a slim chance I’d screw up, and I was relaxed enough that I knew I was making it enjoyable for him. I taught him how to use a hand mixer and I learned that he’s better than I am at cracking eggs (okay, let’s be honest; this was a blow to my ego).
Now, before you see the picture, you need a bit of an explanation. My fiance has a strange obsession with the moon. Ask him anything:
Q: Where do you want to go to dinner?
A: The moon.
Q: What do you want for your birthday?
A: The moon.
Q: What do you want to do this weekend?
A: Go to the moon.
Q: Where have you been?
A: The moon.
So, while we prepared the batter, I laughed out loud when my fiance’s son said, “We should write ‘MOON’ on the top of this when it’s done!” Good plan, little man. Good plan.
And of course, when an 8-year-old is involved, there must be sprinkles. I’m proud to report that these puppies were pretty darn delectable.
After an afternoon break that entailed purchasing wedding rings (yay!), I was right back in the kitchen making whole grain corn muffins and baked buffalo-style chicken nuggets. The corn muffins had me a little nervous because the recipe involved a couple of things I haven’t dealt with much in my cooking adventures thus far. First, I needed to make a “well” in the dry ingredients in which I would pour the wet ingredients. Now, to me, a “well” is a vague term. Are we talking a pot-hole sized well or a crater-sized well? Or a well-sized well? But it turned out the size of the well didn’t matter much. I could only dig so much of a hole inside the dry ingredients before they all began to landslide back into the center of the bowl. Here’s the kicker: I’m still not sure why I had to go to all that trouble in the first place. Once you pour the wet ingredients into the well you’ve made, you simply stir everything together until the dry stuff is moist. Honestly, did the well play that big of a role?
However, I have no right to question anything. I followed the directions like a good girl, and the corn muffins were so STINKING perfect.
I paired these babies with some baked buffalo-style chicken nuggets, which were also divine–even if they did make all three of us guzzle water and juice like it was going out of style.
(Random note to self: you eat too many peas.)
It feels good to end Pinterest-free week on a good note. My mom made the comment the other night that I no longer qualify for Worst Cooks in America, and I’m starting to think she’s right. I’ve stumbled through some idiotic moments in the past four months, and while I’m sure I haven’t seen the end of them, I know I’m capable of doing this! Bring it on, kitchen!