Saturday, December 11, 2010
Cupcakes and Gingerbread Houses-Sweets with my Sweets
I realized, bright and early this morning, that one thing I love about cooking is that I feel like I accomplish something. It's most often gratifying, not to mention meditative.
I set to work in the kitchen, mixing, chopping, cooking, and voila, food is made. And it usually tastes good.
I don't feel as accomplished in other areas of my life. I am a compulsive multitasker and list-maker. It runs in my family. When Drummer Man first met my mom and sister, he commented in awe (or maybe it was concern?) that not only does every one in my family make lists, but we are compelled to do what is written on them.
I didn't sleep well last night. My to-do list from yesterday awaits me.
This was/is my list:
-Photocopy and mail documents to Abdoul,
-Send pictures to print to Camera Company, and
-wrap and mail Christmas presents to my mom and sister.
I accomplished none of that. (But I did take a long bath--hey, I have my priorities). I went to bed feeling the weight and speed of time.
Miraculously, I awoke feeling better. I realized that in the past two days I have managed to have special cooking time with not one, but both of my children!
Two days ago my son had a rare late evening playdate and my daughter wanted to make strawberry cupcakes. Off we went to the kitchen, where we gathered, mixed and stirred ingredients for a basic vanilla cupcake, based on Ina Garten's recipe which I found on my friend Megan's blog Foodalution. My daughter wanted to add strawberry, but all we had was jelly, so I blopped a bit on top before I baked them. Then we added a drop of red food coloring to a basic buttercream frosting, and topped the final product with sprinkles and toasted coconut. Frosting was fun with my new icing tips...
Last night my son and I had a special date night, and headed to the Willy Street Coop for gingerbread house making extravaganza with Kathy. We frosted, built, decorated, blopped candy all over (and ate lots of it). And I didn't have to clean up the mess!
No matter how long my to-do list remains, I accomplished something of great importance--quality time with my kids. Hey, I have my priorities!