One woman's Scratch is Another's Egg Sandwich

My biggest apologies to those who are been asking and asking when I would post aother blog. It's just that this whole having surgery and being on pain pills thing has kinda kicked me in the hiney. And just when I thought I was ready, Oldest Daughter called me and told me if I didn't stay off the computer until I was off pain pills, she was going to have to unfriend me from facebook.

Apparently I was not yet ready to blog.

Apparently she was tired of apologizing for my emails and facebook posts.

Of course, my friends, or should I say my "friends" thought my emails were hilarious and passed them around like M&Ms. There was even the suggestion that I publish a book titled "Don't Send" or "PUSH THAT SEND BUTTON AND DIE" I'm mulling that around now in case this artist thing doesn't take off. I mean I'm making some progress with my paintings, but clearly there will come a point when the IRS either accepts this as my profession or labels it a hobby! If they decide what I have is a hobby, I will find myself right back in the unenviable position of having to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

I know a chef will not be in the running for next profession. My son-in-law recently laid down the law and said I was not allowed to make cookies with my granddaughters. I did not, repeat, DID NOT use bad ingredients and give anyone food poisoning. I also did not act carelessly and allow one of them to burn themselves or fall off the counter or anything else harmful.

So, you may be asking, what would cause my normally easy-going son-in-law to make such a firm decision? Apparently taste. Possibly form and function. Perhaps I should explain....

You may recall my mentioning that my daughter is a wonderful cook. A cook from scratch cook. In fact she has this mixer that does every thing but iron sheets. She will decide on the spur of the moment to make cookies and start pulling things out of the pantry, fridge and cabinets, throw it all in this magic mixer and VOILA! cookies. Darn good cookies! The girls each have their own chairs and spatulas and help mom all the time.

One day the girls were at my house and I told Izzy we were going to bake cookies. She excitedly ran into the kitchen, drug a chair up to the counter and picked a spatula out of the utensil holder and waited expectantly. I actually felt rather bad as I explained we didn't need the spatula and showed her how to break apart the preformed frozen blobs of dough and place them on the baking sheet. She actually had fun, kinda ate some cookies and took the rest home with her.

Apparently there is a big difference in taste between blobs of frozen cookie dough and made from scratch dough using only the freshest ingredients. And at the risk of confusing the kids, I have agreed to not bake cookies with them any more. I'll have to come up with something else that doesn't compete with homemade stuff they learn at home.

I'm thinking of homemade from scratch fried egg and peanut butter sandwiches on toast....