Wednesday, December 9, 2009
My Hubs, the Baker?
Hubs is an exceptional cook. Not only is he creative in the kitchen, but he loves to cook. So much, in fact, that he does it all. The dinners, the breakfasts, the thrown-together-lunches. I could stand in front of the fridge and stare zombie-like into a vast array of random food items, and Hubs glances over, grabs a few things and immediately puts together the best lunch we've had in ages. He's amazing.
I love to bake. I have an insatiable sweet tooth and it clearly spills over into my love of baking sweet things. Cakes, pies, cookies and especially cupcakes. I like to pretend I'm Martha Stewart or my other favorite flour goddess, Paula Deen and buy expensive recipe books and cake molds and cupcake carriers.
I do not cook. Hubs does not bake. We were made for each other.
That is, until Hubs had this insatiable craving for his mother's homemade Chocolate Snowflake cookies. Granted, these cookies are to die for. They are gooey and sweet and when they are enjoyed straight out of the oven, the warmth just melts your insides. They. Are. Amazing.
And a bit labor intensive. See, you have to make the dough ahead of time and let it sit before you begin to mold your cookie balls.
And so began Hubs' cookie-baking journey. He followed the recipe to a "T." All the while, I laid my little lazy self on the couch and practically drowned myself in drool as I watched Carrie Underwood's Holiday Special. Seriously? Those legs? I would give my right arm to have her legs. Okay, and maybe her hair too. But, I digress.
There's Hubs slaving away in the kitchen. Mixing bowls a' clanging. Flour and sugar all over Sheepie's nose.
And finally? The first cookie. Hubs runs it into the family room, still a bit steaming, so proud of his handiwork. "Here! Try it! You get to have the first one!"
I bite into it. It smells so delicious and chocolate-y. It's so warm and gooey. But it's a little... burning?
Me: Hubs, why does this cookie taste a little burning?
Hubs: [taking a bite] Weird. I don't know! I swear I followed the recipe!
Me: It's a little bitter-like.
Hubs: Um, honey. That container you had.. in the cabinet? That's confectioner's sugar right?
Me: [attempting to stifle the laughter] Aw, honey. That's baking soda!
Hubs: Oh, great. Because I just rolled half a dozen cookies in baking soda. Baking is for WOMEN!
Please note, however, after removing the baking soda culprit from the cabinet, the following two dozen cookies that Hubs made? Were perfection.