What's a whisk?
Those of you who know me, know that I probably am the furthest thing possible from a whiz in the kitchen. And for those of you who don't, let me give you a little testimonial to my cooking ineptness. I have actually succeeded in disintegrating a grilled cheese sandwich. I blame the butter or imposter-butter-spread or whatever it was.
Seriously.
I have managed to make many a grilled cheese since I first learned how to operate a stove, and I pretty much thought it was my kind of cooking: mindless. But my grilled cheese experience took a turn when my sandwich turned to goo on the hot griddle. It didn't burn; it just melted away. So from then on, I have even doubted my grilled cheese capabilities.
My lack of cooking skills is being highlighted as I prepare the menu for Nikki's bridal shower in two weeks. I know bridal shower goodies are supposed to be all girlie and dainty, so I don't think my skills at making a mean frozen pizza or Hamburger Helper will be appreciated. And my one specialty dish is similar to quiche but involves ramps, a plant similar to wild onions or leeks that is only available for two weeks in early spring.
I keep looking at all of these elegant sounding recipes online, but it just seems so daunting. I usually feel very comfortable as long as I have specific directions to follow. My cooking aversion doesn't typically kick in until you start asking me to improvise and throw in random ingredients. Maybe I'm freezing up because I really want Nikki's shower to be perfect. All I know is that a co-worker gave me a recipe for spinach and artichoke dip, and so far, that's all the ladies will eating!
The menu selections at my bridal shower were wonderful, but Nikki co-hosted my shower with a woman who was Betty Crocker incarnate, so I think she had an unfair advantage.
This is why I married my Hubby. The man knows his way around a kitchen, and he keeps me from eating frozen pizza or mac and cheese seven nights a week.
Oh, and I do know what a whisk is. I'm not that hopeless.
Seriously.
I have managed to make many a grilled cheese since I first learned how to operate a stove, and I pretty much thought it was my kind of cooking: mindless. But my grilled cheese experience took a turn when my sandwich turned to goo on the hot griddle. It didn't burn; it just melted away. So from then on, I have even doubted my grilled cheese capabilities.
My lack of cooking skills is being highlighted as I prepare the menu for Nikki's bridal shower in two weeks. I know bridal shower goodies are supposed to be all girlie and dainty, so I don't think my skills at making a mean frozen pizza or Hamburger Helper will be appreciated. And my one specialty dish is similar to quiche but involves ramps, a plant similar to wild onions or leeks that is only available for two weeks in early spring.
I keep looking at all of these elegant sounding recipes online, but it just seems so daunting. I usually feel very comfortable as long as I have specific directions to follow. My cooking aversion doesn't typically kick in until you start asking me to improvise and throw in random ingredients. Maybe I'm freezing up because I really want Nikki's shower to be perfect. All I know is that a co-worker gave me a recipe for spinach and artichoke dip, and so far, that's all the ladies will eating!
The menu selections at my bridal shower were wonderful, but Nikki co-hosted my shower with a woman who was Betty Crocker incarnate, so I think she had an unfair advantage.
This is why I married my Hubby. The man knows his way around a kitchen, and he keeps me from eating frozen pizza or mac and cheese seven nights a week.
Oh, and I do know what a whisk is. I'm not that hopeless.
posted by Kristen at 12:28 PM
2 Comments:
Well, you can always get cupcakes or petit fours at a bakery, so that's not hard. And tea sandwiches are easy enough--just cut bread out with a round cookie cutter, spread some cream cheese on top, and plop on a thin cucumber slice. You can fill in the rest with fruit, vegetable, cheese or meat trays.
Or hey, since J can cook, just make him do all the food preparation! :-)
Do people really like tea sandwiches? I've never had one ...
I already told J he was going to have to help me make the food so he's been forewarned. I think he readily agreed because he didn't want to subject other to my cooking either. :-)
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