Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Saturday, January 9, 2010
I could write a blog. I have thoughts.
Just finished watching Julie and Julia again. I love this movie. It always makes me want to attempt something difficult in the kitchen so I can experience a remarkable sense of accomplishment. But alas, I've been defeated by far inferior foods in the kitchen before and so my doubts send me crashing back to reality. Although, Julia Child does tell us to face our fears and let our confidence guide our cooking. Maybe I need to just give it a go? What's the worst that could happen? At the very least, it will serve as a rather entertaining photojournalist opportunity. To be continued when we're back from paradise ...
Friday, September 4, 2009
Remind me again why I try?
I got the urge to cook a soup today. My favorite is butternut or acorn and I happened to find an "easy" weight watchers recipe that was only 2 points a serving. So I thought I'd give it a go.
I made sure I had all my ingredients that I needed; even drove all over town looking for parsnips ... which for some reason are hard to find? I roasted the veggies while simultaneously whipping together the beginnings of the frozen peanut butter chocolate pie I had planned for dessert (another weight watchers recipe = 4 pts). Everything was going so well. A little too well. Ease in the kitchen is not my MO, so I knew something wicked was coming my way.
The next step was to purée the soup. Sounds simple enough. I stared at the food processor, thinking long and hard about what I was soon to attempt. I knew the basics of how to use it, but had only previously operated the device under tight supervision. This was a big leap of faith in my own abilities. Har har. First, I made sure the bowl was locked in tight. I poured in the veggies and liquid. But as I tried to lock the lid onto the bowl, suddenly the fresh-from-the-stove hot liquid started seeping out the bottom of the bowl. WTF? I have never felt so helpless ... watching 3 cups of chicken broth and 1 can of evaporated milk flood my counter top.
After practicing a few more times with water in the cuisinart I realized where I went wrong. I had the bowl latched the wrong way so that when I snapped on the lid, it was forcing the liquid out. Once I got that part settled I was good to go. It just wouldn't purée the soup as finely as I needed it to. I was in no mood to keep fooling with the food processor. My next step involved the blender. Which had a puree button on the front. Simple as pie. I was so happy that it was able to fix my poor soup.
In the end, my kitchen disaster ended up righting itself. But not before a few things were thrown across the room and a few cuss words were said. I never said I was a lady in the kitchen.
Neil shared this article with me and I thought it was funny. http://www.slate.com/id/2226512/
Mostly because one of our friends made us a recipe from the Julia Child cookbook. But it's not something I would ever have patience for. Especially if I can't even handle a recipe just 2 sentences long.
Also, seeing as how I dirtied two outfits during the cooking process today, I foresee a cute apron in my future.
I made sure I had all my ingredients that I needed; even drove all over town looking for parsnips ... which for some reason are hard to find? I roasted the veggies while simultaneously whipping together the beginnings of the frozen peanut butter chocolate pie I had planned for dessert (another weight watchers recipe = 4 pts). Everything was going so well. A little too well. Ease in the kitchen is not my MO, so I knew something wicked was coming my way.
The next step was to purée the soup. Sounds simple enough. I stared at the food processor, thinking long and hard about what I was soon to attempt. I knew the basics of how to use it, but had only previously operated the device under tight supervision. This was a big leap of faith in my own abilities. Har har. First, I made sure the bowl was locked in tight. I poured in the veggies and liquid. But as I tried to lock the lid onto the bowl, suddenly the fresh-from-the-stove hot liquid started seeping out the bottom of the bowl. WTF? I have never felt so helpless ... watching 3 cups of chicken broth and 1 can of evaporated milk flood my counter top.
After practicing a few more times with water in the cuisinart I realized where I went wrong. I had the bowl latched the wrong way so that when I snapped on the lid, it was forcing the liquid out. Once I got that part settled I was good to go. It just wouldn't purée the soup as finely as I needed it to. I was in no mood to keep fooling with the food processor. My next step involved the blender. Which had a puree button on the front. Simple as pie. I was so happy that it was able to fix my poor soup.
In the end, my kitchen disaster ended up righting itself. But not before a few things were thrown across the room and a few cuss words were said. I never said I was a lady in the kitchen.
Neil shared this article with me and I thought it was funny. http://www.slate.com/id/2226512/
Mostly because one of our friends made us a recipe from the Julia Child cookbook. But it's not something I would ever have patience for. Especially if I can't even handle a recipe just 2 sentences long.
Also, seeing as how I dirtied two outfits during the cooking process today, I foresee a cute apron in my future.
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