Moms are all about support - and my mom was great at this - as a teenager she walked me through making new recipes and would call to check on my progress if she feared my ambition had been a little too lofty for the day.
One day in particular the phone rang just as I finished hurling a large plastic bowl full of what was supposed to be Cream Puffs out into the front yard.
My mother, being supportive, covered the phone receiver before whispering to a co-worker "My daughter is as domestic as a rock".
I may be domestic as a rock but my hearing is super-human.
the thing is... she was right...
Alas, I cannot spend the rest of my life avoiding all things having to do with crafts, food, and decor... because then what would I blog about?
So, when asked by my friend if I wanted to learn a new skill I jumped at the chance.
"Jumped" in this case meaning that I stomped down my hesitancy to be an adult and trudged up the hill to her house. The house with the overladen apricot trees...
ahhh... the apricots were quickly dispatched - into JARS nonetheless! (okay, so a few went into my mouth... but just a few...)
and then when those jars were full we mashed up a bunch more... (mashed the apricots, not the jars...)
and put that goop into MORE jars!
and then some nonsense about boiling the jars for X amount of minutes even though the stupid flame on the camp chef didn't want to cooperate...
and a mere 7 hours later magically the kitchen counter is filled with these:
You know what I learned?
I learned to never, never NEVER complain about the price of Smuckers. Next time I have to buy another jar of Jelly/Jam/Preserves - I am going to do so with a smile on my face... because somewhere, someone slaved over a hot stove to make this possible for me! But until then, I'm going to eat my toast spread with Apricot jam. ( yes, I do know they have big factories and all that... but that just ruins my happy little illusions...)
You know what else?
Every. Single. One. of those jars sealed. I think that's a miracle or something.
Being Buoyed by that kitchen success I took on the task of fancy cupcakes... not fancy decor (after the wedding cake last month I can't claim stupidity in that area) but fancy flavors...
We love our local cupcakery (it is TOO a word) and I'm a little embarrassed to admit that we have a frequent shoppers card there... I wanted to try my hand at something flavored and got to give it a go when I got a request for a "get well" cupcake for the neighbor...
Pink Lemonade Deliciousness...
(yes, another Pinterest inspiration for those of you who claim I'm a Pinterest addict - but I tweaked the recipe... mostly because I didn't have vanilla pudding or frozen pink lemonade in the house)
and I didn't let it stop there - the girls wanted new headbands for the parade?
and the little one wanted fancy invitations for a sleepover?
okay... so I actually made her do those herself...
I don't want to strain myself!
Shhh... don't tell my mom - she's going to think the rock has softened to the point where I'll cook when she visits.... psssshhh!
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