It never really occured to me, but when I incessantly whined to the mister about the dilemma I was in;– I had my largest order over the last weekend, hence I had to reserve my resources, so to speak;– I knew that I was addicted to baking. Don’t get me wrong; other than the upsize in bills and waistline, I don’t see anything I should be ashamed of.
While I was still rapt in thoughts, the mister distracted me with a suggestion to cook for a change. An idea that would have previously left me adamantly scoffing to hide my guilt of not being the least stove-gifted, but at that point, I was ready to take on anything to curb the addiction.
What I had initially planned to be just a quick rummage through the packets of instant mixes soon morphed into the mother’s kitchen crash course to what I’m supposed to do, as opposed to what the cooking-challenged me can do. Biggest lesson of the day: no amount of rushed albeit hassle-free cooking can be as good as the meal you’ve “toiled and troubled” over. Many garlic cloves, onions, and a wok of fried macaroni later, much love and gratitude to the resident chef of the household for I had passed my very first cooking assignment.
Now on to more familiar terrains, shall we?
You would think that after the weekend’s one-lady operation of churning out 324 muffins, getting two small burns, having “I can’t feel my legs” as an MSN caption, and watching the mister sweat it out up and down the stairs to bring down eight large boxes, would satiate the baking itch, and see me staying within a 50m radius around the oven. But the very next morning greeted a pyjama-clad me deciding which bookmarked item will be my snack of the day. More photos of my weekend on the photo blog.
I wanted to celebrate the end of the week with something festive, yet not overtly decadent nor heavy. Other than the fact that I wanted to pamper myself after all the ovenwork, the weekend’s events made me realise I had plenty to be thankful about.
Being a baking addict, I could’ve sworn that after all the work, I can never look at my oven the same way again. I even contemplated naming him;– I name my toys, cameras, laptop, mobile phone because of the sense of attachment I feel towards them;– but decided against it, since the oven doesn’t belong to me. But I was as proud of that little hot box as a beaming mother at her daughter’s ballet recital. I’ve heard of oven nightmares amidst huge orders, and I’m so thankful that the oven did not fail on me.
Shortly after the completing the order, the mister mentioned how proud he was of me. He has never stopped being supportive of what I’m doing, and with a new project under the wing, I can only be ever so grateful and thankful for his faith and belief in me, even when I’ve had my own doubts countless of times. *wuvwuv*
Most importantly, I am thankful for every day that He has given me; each a renewed opportunity for me to appreciate the littlest things in life and to cherish the love and beauty that surrounds me, for as cliched as it sounds, today is a gift, that is why it is called the present.
Mexican Wedding Cookies
(adapted from here)
1 cup butter
1/2 cup powdered sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 teaspoons water
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 cup chopped almonds
1/2 cup powdered sugar (for coating)
- Preheat oven to 160C.
- In a medium bowl, cream the butter and sugar. Stir in vanilla and water.
- Add the flour and almonds, mix until blended.
- Shape dough into balls. Place on a greased cookie sheet and bake for 15-20 mins.
- Remove from pan to cool on wire racks. When cookies are cool, roll in powdered sugar.