That fate-filled day in November where I was greeted at work by being handed an envelope (along with everyone else), I thought was my dream. I thought I’d be living the life of the Stay-At-Home-Mom I always wanted to be. I thought I would have the chance to clean my house for the first time since mat leave. I thought I could get my small sewing business off the ground a bit more. I thought I would have more time with my kidlet and husband. I thought I could make more dinners at home instead of eating out all the time. I thought…..I can do whatever I want and answer to no one.
Well, it’s all true.
I will /can/have done all of that.
The constant looming threat of eventually having no money is always hanging over my head but I am fully confident we will manage.
Some days I clean. Some days I sew. Some days I cook a great supper with a little dessert on the side.
Some days I bake. I love to bake and usually find myself straying from the usual recipe mixing it up to become my own delicious creation. I have a decently vast selection of cookbooks I have collected throughout the years. Some I purchased while dating in hopes of owning my own kitchen in a house with my husband. Some are old magazine subscriptions and books from my favourite Food Network stars and some came as hand-me-downs from my mom. One in particular. I didn’t get the Five Roses cookbook like my sister got with the good chocolate chip cookie recipe or the go to mac and cheese. I got “The Joy Of Cooking” c1964.
I pulled it down one afternoon when I was feeling adventurous enough to try a new recipe, I dusted it off and opened it up. I suddenly felt like Amy Adams in the girlie movie “Jules and Julia” -Frustrated with a soul-killing job, blogger Julie embarks on a project to prepare all 524 recipes from Julia Child’s “Mastering The Art Of French Cooking”.
Flipping through I found : pg 87 Potato Salad. Yep, I could do that.
Pg 291 Scalloped Potatoes. Yep, this might not be so hard after all.
Then pg 449 happened. Head Cheese or Brawn. A calf head. “Clean teeth with stiff brush, remove ears, brains, eyes, snout and most of the fat.”
That’s exactly where I got derailed. Not gonna happen.
Ok. Pg 211 has a nice recipe for pancakes like my kidlet was asking for but…..I have some Aunt Jemima in the cupboard. My gung-ho turned into -add 1c milk and 1 egg.
Apparently they were the best pancakes ever!
Sometimes you have to lose in order to get the win.