A day in the kitchen...

Today I was in the kitchen a lot, and it was very pleasant. I made a delicious beef stew, made with deer meat, assorted vegetables, tomato soup, and an onion soup mix. It was really good! I've only made one stew, and that was Hungarian Goulash, so it was fun to try my hand at a poor man's soup. After that I started to bake my first loaf of bread in our bread machine. I had all the ingredients except for yeast, and after searching the house I gave up and went to the grocery store. I felt so dumb after being there for almost 10 minutes and not finding the yeast when it was where I had first looked, I just didn't see it. If it were a snake it would've bit me!

So I got all my ingredients, tossed them into the bowl and away it went. Sadly enough after it was rising the dough fell, and it probably won't turn out as planned. I decided that I'll let it finish and the family can munch on it even if it's not perfect. But not to worry after that loaf comes out, in goes another one that will hopefully live up to it's full potential. To top it all off I am going to make oatmeal cookies, they will be very soft and good. I'm debating on whether or not to use raisins, but I most likely will. If only I had some cranberries to toss in with it!

Well, other than that my baking spirit tonight has been crushed, after asking mom advice on how to start the new loaf of bread and some very good input I said I was going to try again, and told her about my oatmeal cookies. She crushed my joyful mood of baking by saying that we don't have all the money in the world to spend on baking cookies and bread for other people. That's one thing I don't understand especially since she has baked so many friendship breads that we probably have almost 12 in the freezer, and gave out more than that to other people. It's times like these where I consider moving out , but I know that won't happen soon. I need to grow up more, and to be able to develop more of my own personality and preferences of things. One opinion of mine is you do not have to be rich to be hospitable, and because I don't bake things for myself every week, I could afford to bake things for other people every few months. So I am still baking, hoping that it will cure my rather perturbed mood. I guess because she is never home (she's always at work) she does not know the purpose of all of this baking. Oh well.

Time to get this oven hot and ready for some cookie dough and raise up these spirits!

In Search of Myself, and Finding Crumbs of it in the Kitchen,

Kay.