Gettin' My Groove Back

That, I most certainly did! For those who don't know, I have always enjoyed baking. I don't know why, it isn't even that I love eating the baked goods. I just love baking (not cooking).  Well, that was up until this past year when nothing I made seemed to turn out right. Part of this was because I was mixing baking with candy making (a skill i definitely don't possess) and partly because I started using Tom's 20-year old gas stove, which we recently discovered is always about 50 degrees hotter than you set it. So, that is why everything is turning out crispy! Well, to solve this problem, I bought myself an oven themometer, but really hadn't had the drive to test out my baking skills with my new tool. 


Today, I did. I started out with the basics (Snickerdoodle and Chocolate Chip Cookies). And I must say, it went really well! The snickerdoodle are still a bit more crispy than I like, but they aren't burned so I'm thinking I may just need a new recipe. The Chocolate Chip, however, turned out PERFECT! Yay oven themometer!!

 

See the results! Yum!!! I was even able to limit myself to one each. Yay again for will power! :) 


So, this weekend has also got me thinking. I don't know about you, but as a kid (well teenager) I always thought the woman cleaning up for the man, baking, etc. was old fashioned and not for me. But then I looked at this weekend. So, have I become that traditional female (minus the children)? Or is this just how it is supposed to work. Which is the answer, I don't really know, but it did get me thinking. I don't really think I mind this position as I always thought I would. I like knowing I am taking care of the man I love in the way he needs it most (currently: maid). Afterall, he definitely takes care of me, and isn't that what love and marriage are supposed to be about? 


One last funny thought/story: Last night I was ironing Tom's shirts while watching TV (which runs off his computer). I also had on my computer, and just about every light in the house (I'll bet you can guess where this is going), when everything went dark (okay, show of hands, how many guessed it?)! Well, okay, the front half of the house went dark, the back half and the garage (thank goodness, there was no time to lose with the laundry) still worked. Being the self-sufficient, independent, and fearless woman I am...I grabbed a flashlight and went hunting for the fuse box (which of course was at the very last wall I could have looked). I found it, behind a giant bush, guarded by the most evil spider EVER (seriously, if you saw it, you'd agree). Now, what's a gal to do?! I am completely phobic of spiders, but needed electricity ACK! Fortunately, Tom has a brother who came to my rescue, slayed the spider, and flipped the switch. All of me and the dogs rejoiced (insert song here). I was able to resume my ironing (with fewer lights/electronics) and all was well once again. The End. 


Warned you there would be ramblings...
Amy :)