Whenever I bake, I think of my sisters. We used to bake together, when we were young. Chocolate chip cookies, brownies from a box mix, Grandma's cinnamon jumbles, birthday cakes, endless Christmas cookies.
I am a very particular cook, and it always makes me feel a little tense to be working in the kitchen with other people. I start over-analyzing all of my kitchen skills, wondering if the other person will be noticing all the things I am doing wrong. And, I am sometimes noticing all the things the other person does that I would do differently, but I feel awkward trying to figure out how to say, "Here, let me help you with that raw chicken on the cutting board with all those salad veggies."
But I am never more comfortable in the kitchen with others than when I am with my sisters. We all learned how to cook from my Mom (and a few things from Dad, too) so we all have the same basic cooking rules. We feel comfortable with helping each other, getting all up in each others' space, trusting each other to chop or saute or melt something so we don't have to keep one eye on them while doing our own thing. (But maybe we still do because we are nosy like that.)
So even though I prefer to cook alone, when I bake I think of my sisters.
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I like baking with you..... I needed you yesterday. I made banana/pumpkin bread and was running out of time for it to bake because we had to leave. It had baked for well over the time the recipe called (like 20 extra minutes) for and looked done so I took it out. No toothpick test. That was where I went wrong. I loosened the sides of the pan, and flipped the pan over. Out poured the middle section of the "bread" in a slimy mess on my platter. I just stood there and looked at it for a minute. Then I got my purse and left that crazy mess. I am still cracking up about it. =) (BTW, the outside of the bread tastes good.....)
ReplyDeleteOh no, Tara!!!! It sounds like something is wrong with your recipe, your oven, or . . . your baking skills. Ha ha, I'm sure it's not that.
ReplyDeleteLove you Linds...I want to come visit with you and we can bake!! So true that it's hard to trust other people to do even simple things like melt something or chop something.
ReplyDeleteSherry, remember that time you spilled chocolate chips all over the brandes's kitchen floor? HA HA
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