Tonight was my friends birthday.
Here was the menu I had planned:
This Rubarb drink
These buttermilk onion rings with BBQ sourcream dip
A garden salad
Burgers with Anaheim Chiles and Gruyere Cheese (no recipe, just sounded good even though I don't like red meat very much because I like cows a lot and I think they are cute. I would like a dairy cow someday. And yet, I had a thing for making burgers tonight. I love you cow. Thank you. )
These vanilla cupcakes with buttercream frosting
Here's the deal though: I was out of town until 1 p.m. Then I had band rehearsal from 4-6. My friends arrived at 6:30. I had 3 hours with 2 children to make and or prep everything.
I am not an experienced cook. This was stressful. A small fight then ensued between me and husband. Then there were these other yucky things on my mind: some mean, consciousless fraudulent person (who I don't know) comprimised my checking account somehow and drained it of the small amount of funds available to me. I spent a good amount of the morning and the afternoon on the phone with my bank. Also: my daughter had a stomachache. And: our sweet little kitten took a dump on my daughters bed (on the mermaid blanket no less). She also peed on our bed (for the second time in two days. And if anyone can help me stop the cat from doing these things I will buy you a round trip to Hawaii. Or, rather, I will thank you profusely and wish I could buy you a round trip ticket to Hawaii. If no one helps me, I will soon be giving a cat away. Just kidding. Kind of.)
This was a hard(ish) day. I say hard(ish) because these things are minor in the big fat scheme of things. I will get the money back. The blanket can be cleaned. Husband and I will make up.
So, dinner was served, burgers cooked perfectly by husband, onion rings were rad (though we ended up frying them in a pan them as we didn't have a deep fryer), cupcakes were thick and rich and highly caloric.
Now. Let me tell you something about real bakers and chefs, ok? They don't get heavily emotionally swayed by things like cat poo and drained bank accounts. They don't bang pots and pans around and throw little two-year-old tantrums because they lost the $5 vanilla bean. They never lose their recipes under mounds of spilled flour and sugar.
So, I still have a ways to go evidently.
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