So now everyone thinks that I can't cook. I guess I carry that stigma ever since I set the kitchen on fire a while back.
Well....I'm baaaaack. I have to be because of this friggin' celiac sentence that I have been given. What the heck? Now I can't pull into Boston Market, order a chicken and side and say I cooked a home meal! Well, I actually could, but then I would spend the next several days in severe agony that I wouldn't wish upon my dog-catcher-calling neighbor ..Well, maybe he could handle that. Wait a minute. He deserves a little agony. Anyhoo, I now have to cook in oder to maintain life inside my body. Because I have now learned that we all need food to survive. I tried eating rice noodles for several weeks...Then graduated to chicken and brown rice. What became of this? SEVERE DEPRESSION where I wanted to shove cake in my mouth (but couldn't) and then wanted to inflict pain upon those who told me "Oh! Don't worry! This is the BEST time to be diagnosed with this! Like, there are SO many gluten free things right now!" Yeah. Did ya ever think about drive thru? Did ya ever think about burgers and fries? Did ya ever think about pizza? (although? just recently, I HAVE found the alma mater)..But still...Just picking up the phone and ordering something "take out". Never gonna happen in my world except for like 1 restaurant 20 minutes away, thanks.
Anyways, so I have NO CHOICE but to cook dinners, treats, cakes and breads for myself. Or risk hurting someone waiting in the drive thru line of the closest Wendys because of my bitterness. Lucky for me my brother and sis-in-law bought me the ultimate cookbook for non-cookers, such as myself. Don't get me wrong, I used to enjoy cooking, but it took so darn LOOOONG. I'm looking for instant gratification here...Not waiting 1.5 hours for a casserole to cook after it took me 45 minutes to put it together. All I got was a backache and a bad attitude from all that preparation and how it took 10 minutes for everyone to gorge themselves.
So I just went waaay of subject. Like if the subject was Massachusetts? I'm in California..Well, maybe not that far. North Dakota or something.
So I made these FABULOUS cupcakes for my son's preschool Valentine's Day celebration:
Behold the artistry
Yes. They were taken with my phone, so not so great pics...Hey, I was in the car!
I am pretty darn proud of these little delectable treats. And, no, they are NOT gluten free. Wanna know why? Because I made a DELICIOUS chocolate cake (gluten free) with velvet frosting this past weekend that was probably the equivalent of eating a stick of butter when you ate a piece. And guess what?!?! There were LEFTOVERS. Guess who was up in the middle of the night stuffing her face?
For my other reason, my dad's birthday is this next weekend and I am making him his birthday cake (gluten free), so I am going to have to eat some (such a cross to bear, I know). So my thought process behind the cupcakes and the remaining batter that I made into a cake? Simple: I CAN'T EAT IT. No getting up in the middle of the night to partake in soft billowy cakeness and buttery cream cheese frosting. I'm CUT OFF. I cut myself OFF.
I'm genius.
Only, I have to stare as my family eats the cake one piece at a time. OH THE PAIN!
They look great Sarah!!! Very yummy looking!
Posted by: Nancy | February 19, 2010 at 08:02 PM