Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Okay, you testosterone filled males that read this blog, some of you may want to by pass this entry and wait until next week when I am back on the truck to read a real trucking blog entry. For the rest of you, sit back and wish that there was a scratch and sniff photo, so that you can thoroughly enjoy this post. Suffice it to say, I don't cook much, what with the majority of my time being on the truck and the limitations that brings with it, and how that our kitchen at home is just about as limiting as the truck. So when presented with being in the kitchen of my friend Cori, and her love of cooking, I found myself in a wannabe cook/baker heaven, much like a kid in a candy store. We have tried several new things since my arrival on Monday. There was the potato fresh from the garden, Gruyere cheese, onion, fennel bake, the sun dried tomato, cream cheese dip with other assorted spices and ingredients, which will be calling my name again later this afternoon, and then there were the oatmeal maple scones we baked this morning. I love a good scone, and I have got to say, these were pretty darn good and easy to make, at least from my spectator chair with only the responsibility of reading off the ingredients. I, myself, think that was probably the most important job, because one mess up there, and you have potential disaster on your hands right? Come on people, I want to feel like I truly did participate in the process. So working hand in hand, the ingredients were assembled, mixed, rolled out, and then cut and placed on the cooking sheet to bake. A mere 15 minutes later, were hot, nicely browned scones just begging for a hearty dose of glaze and a sprinkling of oats for their proper introduction to our stomachs. I got to say, they didn't disappoint. Now pass the plate around, I think I'll have another one.