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Becky Player has Skills!

Becky Player was the first person to talk to me when I moved to Huntsville.  She will always hold a special place in my heart for that... AND the fact that she's a quilter, AND a professional cake decorator, AND likes to go to lunch, AND is a little bit on the ornery side. All good qualities for friendship and, as if she needed to be a better friend, she baked us a pumpkin pie! After hearing of the "pie crust incident", she must have felt bad for Jeff!  It wasn't just any "run o' the mill" pumpkin pie, this one was beautiful!  Pie crust leaves all around the edge and in the center.   The bottom crust was perfect, not soggy in the slightest.  The filling was perfect and creamy... I'm gonna have another piece right now!

It's important that I clarify something regarding my poor pie crust skills... It was NOT the recipe, because I just ate some of that recipe, and it's not the recipe. It was just me.  Becky has offered to give me a lesson in pie making and I'm going to take her up on it.  One day I, too, shall bake a beautiful pie!

Thanks, Becky!

 Becky Player's Pretty Pumpkin Pie

Becky Player's Pretty Pumpkin Pie

Posted on October 10, 2010 and filed under Food Talk.

I Have Skills in Other Areas!

I’d like to think that I’m pretty capable in the kitchen.  I’d like to think that I can even create delicious dishes that no one else has ever thought of.  I’d like to think my kitchen missteps might lead to tasty “mistakes”.  I’d like to think that I never mess up.  I’d like to think there’s a Fairy God Mother for me out there, I just haven’t needed her yet.  But, oh, reality can be a bitter pill.  Like every other time my self-esteem has been under attack, I fight back with my go-to positive affirmation, “I have skills in other areas!” I started with a recipe given to me by a trusted baking friend, Becky Player.  She rattled it off without even looking it up and talked as though any trained monkey could make a stupid pie crust.  I was full of confidence.  I get that the butter/shortening has to be cold, and the water has to be cold.  I get that you shouldn’t work it too much.  I have a pie crust learning disability.  I’m not even joking.  I think I need an intervention.

I have NEVER had a pie crust turn out like it should.  Some are better than others; all have been edible… until last night.  I do not understand it.  What am I doing wrong?!  It was like a bad sitcom!  Complete with smoke billowing out of the oven, and a completely inedible result.  The crust, sort of, melted/disintegrated and spilled all over the oven.  I was storming around the kitchen, throwing pot holders and folding my arms.  Jeff was opening all the windows and doors, turning on fans.  Having just taken pictures of me making cinnamon rolls, he threatened to pull out the camera and document this adventure.  (I know what you’re thinking, but sorry, ladies.  He’s all mine.)    We tried to eat it.  I can’t decide what was worse, the smoky flavor or the chalky effect of cornstarch not cooking long enough.  Mmmm, can’t you just taste it?

I had to take some of those cinnamon rolls into work today just for some kitchen validation. I never claimed to be evolved, but I have skills in other areas, and don’t you forget it!

Posted on October 7, 2010 and filed under Food Talk.

I love food...

I love food.  It’s my super power.

I know, what you’re thinking, “Everyone loves food”, but, you don’t understand.  Food is my paint and canvas, it’s how I express my love, and good food is satisfying… on a few different levels.  I have no color sense, and can’t draw a recognizable stick figure, but I can produce cinnamon rolls that will make you weep!  I’m pretty sure homemade cinnamon rolls are the secret to my 27 years of wedded bliss.

I recall one glorious Christmas morning when I achieved “Cinnamon Roll Nirvana”.  Perfecting the butter/sugar/cinnamon ratio is a skill developed after many, many years of practice (and a really rockin’ recipe I got from my sister).  I don’t remember how many perfect cinnamon rolls I partook of that blessed Christmas morning, because I lost all concept of time and space.  The icing on my roll was that everyone else enjoyed them as much as I did.  Watching the eyes of family and friends roll back in their heads as they peeled off the warm, yeasty layers filled me with a sense of unparalleled Christmas Joy.  Creativity, love and satisfaction, all spun in a fluffy, buttery, cinnamon package.  It was a good day.

So what if I love food?!  It makes me happy.  Maybe my self esteem is based on my sour cream pound cake.  Who cares if discovering a great dessert at a restaurant leads me to stop questioning my existence?  Big deal if I ply my kids with baked goods in exchange for their love!  I love food and I don’t care who knows it!

Now, who wants some pie?

Posted on September 20, 2010 and filed under Food Talk.