BAKIN' AND BLOOMIN'
(Never Give Up)
Hello Friends,
Today I conjured up two first for our kitchen, crumb cake and onion petals. My very first crumb cake was a delight to whip together. I retrieved a great recipe which can be viewed here : http://allrecipes.com/recipe/aunt-lillians-crumb-cake/detail.aspx
I do not know how this even turned out, taste-wise, as it came out of the oven and straight to our friends house. She recently had surgery and I told her I would bake her a crumb cake. So onto the recipe that I have linked above, most definitely go with the crumb topping suggestion given in the review by "naples34102". I could not however sprinkle or crumble this topping on top of the batter. I had to sort of -drop- it on there. Upon getting the cake out of the oven I noticed that my topping had actually sank into the batter. And....I forgot to add powdered sugar on it before sending it off. Today is a day for forgetting everything it seems. But the house smelled mighty fine when it was said and done.
ONTO SUPPER---- ah the sweet convenience of leftovers...add some velveeta to yesterdays H.H. tada...it's happy hour in our house. Since I didn't technically have to cook supper I decided to make something a little special for us as a snack. Recipe reference here : http://allrecipes.com/recipe/blooming-onion/detail.aspx
I absolutely adore Outbacks Bloomin' Onion, LOOOVE IT!
So I figure I'd try my hand at it. Here we go, I lay out all the ingredients on the counter. I go and grab my onions out of the cupboard (I am not exactly sure what size onion they are using but it must be on steriods, so I decide I will make a few little blooms with my smallish onions.)
Da da da....1/2 tsp this....1/8 tsp that (yes you read right)....ok now it's cutting time. "I will make this flower shape...here we go," The recipe states DO NOT SLICE ALL THE WAY THROUGH, only 3/4. Plastic cutting board that paranois me to no end thinking the little scratches are harboring germies, and sharp knife located and in hand. The knife goes 1/2 way through my soon to be little cute flower of an onion. Hmm needs to be a little bit further I think to myself. Just a little bit of pressure...and SLICE the knife hits the cutting board. --sigh-- Onion petals it is. :P FANTASTIC they turned out to be.
Enough with my cooking ventures. Let's begin again at the start of the day.
Today held an array of successes and failures. I attempted to go out and mow the grass to surprise my husband when he returned home. I pulled and pulled but nothing. What I didn't do was -prime-. Am I really this weak armed I thought. It was noon, hot, and muggy....and my attempt to help my husband with a freshly cut lawn had failed. :(
I retreated onto our back porch to fool around with the flowers a bit. Pulling all the deadness off of them and giving fresh drinks to the whole gang. In just a few hours I noticed they were all "happy" and perky in their new places, I moved them around a bit. One of the plants has even made it out into the yard today. :)
While I am cooking afore mentioned onion petals, Zoe comes through the house holding her toosh. "Hurry Hurry POT POT,". I ask Shel to go with her to the bathroom so I can sit the pot of oil off the stove and wash the flour off my hands. By the time I make it to the bathroom to help.......EEK it's bathtime for Bug. :(
The evening marches on and the kids share the tasty snack that I made. They brush their teeth then it's off to bed. Dustin and I watch The Village together, I forgot how sad it is at times. I cry. :/ So it's off to bed...but... I think I will write a blog post. A little bit in he says he is going on to bed. I say I will be right behind him. He comes back in the living room. (this is where my blog is interrupted)
"I like the picture Shel made you," Dustin says to me. "Picture....? Oh no, gosh she was trying to show me something and I was fussing and trying to get the baby cleaned up and I never got back around to looking at it," I replied. By now I feel like a horrible mother. He just looks at me oddly and tells me that it is on the bathroom mirror. What? The bathroom. Then I realize I haven't even ventured in there since the emergency bath. "You haven't noticed? Come look," he gets my hand and takes me in there.
There it is, taped onto our mirror with a double sided sticky square the reason this blog has a sub-title, the reason it's not just a recipe post, the reason I have something besides onions, flower and thyme to write about. Words from our nine year old daughter, whom today has watched her mother try many things, fail at some (lawnmower start up, crumb topping, piss-ant battle), succeed at others (supper made, perky plants, delish onion petals) sweetly written on a piece of paper had been placed ever so carefully as to make sure I saw them between now and breakfast.
*This is NOT the picture she was trying to show me earlier for that drawing lay on our kitchen counter. THIS was a completely new picture.*
She is just a child but oh how she listens and watches, both very attentively. Perhaps I should be more closemouthed about certain things in our house, perhaps maybe not. Children should know that their parents have daily struggles as well. In our daughter seeing that today was a trying time for me she was given the oppurtunity, unknowingly by me, to comfort her mother. And comfort she did. Seeing that she believes in the things that I do/attempt to do for our family touches my heart.
---This post that began about cooking, was interrupted and ended as a dedication to the eldest of our children. Thank you Lord for this daughter you have blessed me with, may we remain as close fifty years from now as we are today.---
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