As a child, I spent hours in the kitchen creating what I termed "concoctions." It was half-cooking / half-baking of feats of ridiculousness. (i.e. A single, giant, peanut butter cookie the size of a baking sheet, Special K cereal with a chocolate syrup, marshmallow, powdered sugar coating, Microwave popcorn assaulted with every available spice from the cabinet, Horrifying dipping sauces for carrot sticks, etc et al)
As an adult, I spend hours in the kitchen "concept-baking." (i.e. PB&J Muffins, Smore's Cookies, Pumpkin Pie Cookies, Coffee Banana Bread, Crumbly Cardamom Coffee Cake, Sugar Cookies with an offensively liberal amount of sprinkles, Strawberry Rhubarb night pie, Limoncello sugar dollups, and so forth)
Adulthood is apparently just a retooled childhood.
As an adult, I spend hours in the kitchen "concept-baking." (i.e. PB&J Muffins, Smore's Cookies, Pumpkin Pie Cookies, Coffee Banana Bread, Crumbly Cardamom Coffee Cake, Sugar Cookies with an offensively liberal amount of sprinkles, Strawberry Rhubarb night pie, Limoncello sugar dollups, and so forth)
Adulthood is apparently just a retooled childhood.
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