This week, I picked the topic: Cooking
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Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock
It all started in the summer of 1988. I took a summer school class at my junior high to learn how to cook. It was a nice introduction to when I'd take cooking in home ec during the school year. People were encouraged to bring in recipes and we'd try those out in class, along with some our teacher gave us. I absolutely loved it (the cooking aspect, not so much the social part, as I hated junior high for that reason already). I would come home every day just itching to cook something. A lot of the focus was on baking, so I was making muffins, cookies, cinnamon rolls, etc. Someone brought in a nacho dip recipe. It wasn't my thing, but it was easy and I made it for our annual block party. It was completely devoured and is still a favorite of my mom's.
As a kid, my mom would let me help with baking, but it usually meant cutting shapes into dough (and then eating the raw dough leftover scraps) and sprinkling colored sugar crystals on top. After taking this cooking class, I was in the kitchen all the time, making all sorts of dessert items. There even was a point where my mom would let me use the stove to make mac and cheese.
When I was in high school, I would bake dessert items for our speech team tournaments. I learned a recipe for how to turn Funfetti cake mix into cookies. One of my friends on the speech team loved them so much that I baked a huge Funfetti cookie for his birthday. Most of my non-mac-and-cheese cooking involved baked goods. I did eventually make a chicken and potatoes dinner for my family. I was so nervous over how it would turn out, but my mom told me not to obsess. Thankfully, it was as good as when she made it.
Fast forward to college...since I lived in the dorms, I didn't get an opportunity to cook much. However, that changed during second semester of freshman year, when I got a job in the dining center...making eggs for hungry college students. At first, I was taught to make omelets, but that didn't go over so well, so I was assigned to fry up eggs in whichever style they wanted. I also had to fry bacon. I didn't eat eggs or bacon, so at least the process didn't make me hungry. The following year, I would help make pizzas in the kitchen, which became a mindless task. Aside from those experiences, I just served food, so I didn't cook again in college until I started working for a woman with disabilities. I had to make dinner for her on the nights I was working, so I learned how to cook chicken and other items in a skillet. It was pretty basic. The following year, I got an apartment off campus, but reverted back to the mac and cheese or spaghetti, when I wasn't eating in the dining centers (because it was a pain to go off campus for lunch). Occasionally, I'd make french toast for breakfast on a weekend and once even made matzo ball soup (from a box though). I also did plenty of baking, which got me started on a tradition of making chocolate chip cookies for Oscars night.
When I moved out of my parents' house in March of 2000, I realized I couldn't live off carbs forever. I started learning how to make meat dishes. I had a Foreman grill and would make hamburgers on it. (At the time, I wasn't keeping Kosher and added cheese on top.) I also made a chicken dish the first time I hosted my parents for a dinner there. I feel like my time there was a blur and don't even know what else I cooked up to the point of meeting my husband. And after that time, he did most of the cooking when we were together. The first time I made a meal for him, I managed to shatter a salad bowl (after we finished the salad, thankfully). I'm glad he liked my cooking and I didn't scare him off, but I usually leave the meat cooking to him. I do the side dishes and desserts.....and matzo balls, of course!
Nowadays, I'm still mainly into baking. I like making food items that require sticking to a recipe. My husband experiments and a lot of good items have come from this method. I just know that if I strayed from a recipe book and tried to experiment with baking, it would be a giant disaster. Baking requires specific measurements and making sure all the items requested go into the dish. If you leave out an item, it can be a major fail. I always tell myself that I'll stop using mixes and bake more from scratch. I made a blueberry cake from scratch this summer and that came out good. My challah is always made from scratch and lots of elbow grease, now that I knead it by hand. The ultimate challenge is coming up though...my best friend is going to teach me to bake a pie from scratch. I usually use frozen pie shells that are already made, but she has encouraged me to go out and buy a pastry cutter so the dough will be nice and flaky. We're also going to use real fruit instead of the canned stuff. Wish me luck!
P.S. I now make mac and cheese from scratch (as in with real cheese) every so often. So good!
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| Cheesecakes I made from scratch for Shavuot 2012 |
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| Kneading challah dough with my older son, 2010 |
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| The finished product |



