Tuesday, August 5, 2008

How I Know My Cooking Needs Some Work

I’ve been baking lately with my company around. Most of that baking has involved experimenting with gluten-free flours to make pancakes, muffins, and cookies. My eight-year-old visitor, Sam, had some commentary on these experiments. I had made pancakes one morning and in typical fashion I didn't test the recipe before I made it for my visitors. The pancakes were only a borderline success. They were approved by the adult-only crowd but the kid-only crowd had some serious reservations. The next morning I made blueberry muffins with a different kind of gluten-free flour. This was the conversation that ensued.

SAM: What’s for breakfast?

ME: Blueberry muffins

SAM: Yes! I love blueberry muffins.

ME: Good, I hope you’ll like these.

(Pause. Sam approaches the bowl I’m mixing the recipe in and looks in it, then back at me. Worried look on his face.)

SAM: Umm, are you using the stuff that normal people use to make real blueberry muffins?

ME: No, I’m using a different kind of flour.

SAM: Hmmm.


SAM: Well, you know, maybe I don’t like blueberry muffins anymore.

Yes. I have now contributed to the delinquency of a minor by giving him the urge to go and steal breakfast from the nearby grocery store rather than consume my blueberry muffins. Ouch.


Christine said...

Don't forget to give credit to the Easy Bake Oven you call an oven! I'm sure that doesn't help either.

The Puffer Family said...

This posting had me laughing. My children and I have conversations like this all the time. My brother, Dayne, calls my blueberry muffins the "blueberry muffins of death." Maybe we should exchange recipes. . .

Eden said...

Christine--Yes, thank you! I will blame it on the oven! I should have told that to Sam.

Amanda--We should exchange recipes. I think Sam was very, very afraid of what was going to come out of the oven. Lovely that Dayne calls your muffins the "muffins of death." That would have very likely been Sam's choice of words when I was baking.

Cissy said...

I made little zucchini pizzas as a sidedish the other night, and I thought they were very good, though it appeared everyone else barely choked down their requisite one apiece. Matthew said, "I think they taste good, but I never want to have them again." I think that was an attempt at good manners combined with honest opinion.


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