Let me start off by saying, for someone who lacks culinary skills, I certainly love to go grocery shopping. I could spend hours and hours wandering the aisles. I normally hate crowds but not at the grocery store! Anytime you want to go, I’d love to join you.
(Side Note: I believe it was Time Magazine who quoted Yo Yo Ma as saying “I absolutely love to go grocery shopping.” What are the odds, sharing a love of grocery shopping and classical music? I bet he can actually cook though…)
Anyways, if you haven’t caught on by now I really love grocery shopping. When a new fancy little grocery store opened up down the street from my office I was thrilled. I stopped by all the time, mostly to get little snacks because let’s face it I can’t cook.
A couple weeks ago, I had just paid and was ready to be on my way with some delicious treats when I managed to trip. Not just a stumble. This was a full-out face plant. Because I was holding onto my purse and my shopping bag I didn’t even catch myself. It was quite epic. Rather than responding when the clerk asked if I was ok, I fled the scene.
As I was walking back to the office about a block away I burst out laughing. Not only did I have a major wipe out and at a public place that I go to regularly, I now looked like a crazy person laughing hysterically…alone.
Cooking Lesson #2: Don’t shop at fancy grocery stores if you can only boil water.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Greetings Friends!
First off, thanks for stopping by. The purpose of this blog will be to document my foray into the world of food and cooking. Hopefully you all will learn something from my mistakes because it appears after all these years I have not.
Lets start by taking a trip back in time to my elementary school days…
My friends Caroline and Beth come from a family that cooks all of its meals. I am fairly certain they never ventured into the world of fast food or quick meals. By that I mean I have never met another family that bakes muffins at 6 in the morning on a Tuesday. I was lucky if I managed to have a bowl of cereal in the morning before school. Needless to say, these girls like to bake and I really like cookies, so it was a friendship destined for great things.
Our afternoon started off with the great idea to make a batch of cookies based on the recipe on the back of the Toll House chocolate chip bag. Since we didn’t want to make too many cookies, we decided to halve the recipe. I don’t know why I didn’t protest, who in their right mind would only want to make a half batch of cookies?
So what do you think happens during all the excitement of baking cookies? You forget to halve the measurement of sugar. And what do you think happens when one of the girls baking the cookies has no self-control when it comes to sweets?
(Side Note: my father and I used to have heaping bowls of Breyers ice cream every night before bed, I know no limits.)
Well, what happens is you eat 5 cookies (ok maybe more, like I said, no self control) then you get ill.
Very very ill.
In the sewage drain on your walk home.
In a very exposed area of your neighborhood.
My name is Liz and I have a cookie problem. Nice to meet you.
Cooking Lesson #1: Check that your measurements are correct for best results.
Lets start by taking a trip back in time to my elementary school days…
My friends Caroline and Beth come from a family that cooks all of its meals. I am fairly certain they never ventured into the world of fast food or quick meals. By that I mean I have never met another family that bakes muffins at 6 in the morning on a Tuesday. I was lucky if I managed to have a bowl of cereal in the morning before school. Needless to say, these girls like to bake and I really like cookies, so it was a friendship destined for great things.
Our afternoon started off with the great idea to make a batch of cookies based on the recipe on the back of the Toll House chocolate chip bag. Since we didn’t want to make too many cookies, we decided to halve the recipe. I don’t know why I didn’t protest, who in their right mind would only want to make a half batch of cookies?
So what do you think happens during all the excitement of baking cookies? You forget to halve the measurement of sugar. And what do you think happens when one of the girls baking the cookies has no self-control when it comes to sweets?
(Side Note: my father and I used to have heaping bowls of Breyers ice cream every night before bed, I know no limits.)
Well, what happens is you eat 5 cookies (ok maybe more, like I said, no self control) then you get ill.
Very very ill.
In the sewage drain on your walk home.
In a very exposed area of your neighborhood.
My name is Liz and I have a cookie problem. Nice to meet you.
Cooking Lesson #1: Check that your measurements are correct for best results.
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