Cooking and Baking and Life
I started typing up all of the family favourite recipes last night. Snickerdoodles, monkey bread, banana bread, oatmeal cookies... yum. I'm going to put them together into a booklet and then print it for my records... it's nostalgia and I like it.
The more I think about cooking and baking, the more I think about Mum. She's been on my mind constantly lately. I saw branston pickles in the grocery store the other day and it almost made me cry. Pickles? Really? Am I that sensitive about it... and the answer is yes. Yes I am. and I can't help it.
I remember making my first meal ever by myself. I made breaded chicken breasts (from a box, but they were so yummy!!!) and with it was broccoli, cauliflower, rice and cheese sauce... I think. It's been a long time since I thought about it so my memory is sort of flawed, but the point is that mum helped me to make my first meal for my family. If she was here now we would be making stuff together all the time. Think of the creations we could have come up with... that I will now have to do alone.
I found a recipe for cinnamon monkey bread that was more of a dessert than the buttery, fattening, yummy bread that Mum made when we were kids. I really want to try it. Perhaps on Sunday morning? Though I'll probably be too lazy. I think it will go well with tea and coffee.
There is going to be a bake sale at work next week and I definitely want to make something... snickerdoodles will be good, but I was also thinking I could make tea scones or something that is not sugary that people could have with tea, or coffee... maybe I'll make coffee cake (yes I know that is sugary)... I need a recipe... That would be a good experiment.
I would love to own a bed and breakfast. There is one down the street that is for sale. Chris and I looked at the pictures of it online and OMG it is horrible inside. I get that they were trying to make it look Victorian with the awful walpaper... but really? No one wants to have their eyes fall out of their head because they can't focus on one pattern at a time. It was a total visual overload! It's a nice building, a very old house, and the upstairs is cottage/wood paneling-like, but way too expensive for what it is. It needs a lot of redecorating... lol
If I had a bed and breakfast it would be a warm, and welcoming setting. The smell of fresh baked bread would fill every room. This would be my schedule:
Morning: Make breakfast (tea/coffee/juice, bacon eggs, pancakes, waffles, cereal, muffins, toast... I'd take the requests the night before and make what the guests wanted)
Mid Morning: bake. Bread, cookies, muffins, pie (now that I can do that), whatever I felt like
Afternoon: clean... there must be a lot of cleaning involved in a b&b... and laundry. Gardening if it was the right season, and between loads I would knit... tablecloths, blankets, hats, mitts, scarves, socks, whatever was fancied at the time. Perhaps I could have a gift shop?
Late afternoon/Early evening: make dinner... a lot of b&b's do this. The guests could choose from a menu and I would make it and serve it for them. Simple meals are good, and usually easy.
Evening: clean the kitchen, retire to the sitting room and relax and knit; planning groceries, and baking schedules for the next day.
I would of course have Victoria with me :) and Chris could be in the garage making various wooden things to sell in my gift shop :)
I would love that... stupid feminism ruining my dream of being a stay at home wife/mother/b&b owner. I'd find time to play and walk with Vala as well of course :) Life would be good.. and fulfilling. Now I just need to win the lottery, buy some land in the country, near some kind of water, and away from the world, build a beautiful house, and a stable for Erin, and a kennel for Becky... and Auntie Susie could be my bookeeper. :) Ah to dream.
I'm happy. I've been happy ever since I stopped going to cadets. I want to start a knitting club. I thought that I could advertise in the Baden Outlook and perhaps when the living room is finished I could host it at my house. I have so many ideas, and so little time to make them come to fruition. Stupid working...
This has rambled quite a lot.
The more I think about cooking and baking, the more I think about Mum. She's been on my mind constantly lately. I saw branston pickles in the grocery store the other day and it almost made me cry. Pickles? Really? Am I that sensitive about it... and the answer is yes. Yes I am. and I can't help it.
I remember making my first meal ever by myself. I made breaded chicken breasts (from a box, but they were so yummy!!!) and with it was broccoli, cauliflower, rice and cheese sauce... I think. It's been a long time since I thought about it so my memory is sort of flawed, but the point is that mum helped me to make my first meal for my family. If she was here now we would be making stuff together all the time. Think of the creations we could have come up with... that I will now have to do alone.
I found a recipe for cinnamon monkey bread that was more of a dessert than the buttery, fattening, yummy bread that Mum made when we were kids. I really want to try it. Perhaps on Sunday morning? Though I'll probably be too lazy. I think it will go well with tea and coffee.
There is going to be a bake sale at work next week and I definitely want to make something... snickerdoodles will be good, but I was also thinking I could make tea scones or something that is not sugary that people could have with tea, or coffee... maybe I'll make coffee cake (yes I know that is sugary)... I need a recipe... That would be a good experiment.
I would love to own a bed and breakfast. There is one down the street that is for sale. Chris and I looked at the pictures of it online and OMG it is horrible inside. I get that they were trying to make it look Victorian with the awful walpaper... but really? No one wants to have their eyes fall out of their head because they can't focus on one pattern at a time. It was a total visual overload! It's a nice building, a very old house, and the upstairs is cottage/wood paneling-like, but way too expensive for what it is. It needs a lot of redecorating... lol
If I had a bed and breakfast it would be a warm, and welcoming setting. The smell of fresh baked bread would fill every room. This would be my schedule:
Morning: Make breakfast (tea/coffee/juice, bacon eggs, pancakes, waffles, cereal, muffins, toast... I'd take the requests the night before and make what the guests wanted)
Mid Morning: bake. Bread, cookies, muffins, pie (now that I can do that), whatever I felt like
Afternoon: clean... there must be a lot of cleaning involved in a b&b... and laundry. Gardening if it was the right season, and between loads I would knit... tablecloths, blankets, hats, mitts, scarves, socks, whatever was fancied at the time. Perhaps I could have a gift shop?
Late afternoon/Early evening: make dinner... a lot of b&b's do this. The guests could choose from a menu and I would make it and serve it for them. Simple meals are good, and usually easy.
Evening: clean the kitchen, retire to the sitting room and relax and knit; planning groceries, and baking schedules for the next day.
I would of course have Victoria with me :) and Chris could be in the garage making various wooden things to sell in my gift shop :)
I would love that... stupid feminism ruining my dream of being a stay at home wife/mother/b&b owner. I'd find time to play and walk with Vala as well of course :) Life would be good.. and fulfilling. Now I just need to win the lottery, buy some land in the country, near some kind of water, and away from the world, build a beautiful house, and a stable for Erin, and a kennel for Becky... and Auntie Susie could be my bookeeper. :) Ah to dream.
I'm happy. I've been happy ever since I stopped going to cadets. I want to start a knitting club. I thought that I could advertise in the Baden Outlook and perhaps when the living room is finished I could host it at my house. I have so many ideas, and so little time to make them come to fruition. Stupid working...
This has rambled quite a lot.