More Kitchen Capades

So. I have long held the belief that I have no value in the kitchen whatsoever, except perhaps as a dishwasher. Not only do I subscribe to this belief, but I gladly admit it to others.

Despite this belief, nay, this truth, that this woman’s place is definitely NOT in the kitchen, I continue to adventure into its depths in the hopes of concocting something worthy and edible that is NOT chocolate chip cookies.*

Part of my ineptitude is, I believe, a direct result of my belief that I am a failure of domestic culinary achievement. Another part of my ineptitude is the result of fear.

I fear the stove.**

I fear the oven.

And no matter what I’m making, on those rare occasions I am able to swallow my fear (and overcome my crippling laziness) something bad always happens.

Sometimes my misadventures are as minor as filling the kitchen with death-smoke resulting from drops of a leaky cheesecake (my one-time contribution to Thanksgiving dinner…which was in actuality contributed on the day following, as I’d forgotten the cake needed to hang out in the refrigerator overnight).

Other misadventures call for a disposal of the creation or, in the case with rice last spring, disposal of the pot.

Before

After. Note: this is after repeated washings.

Husband will never again ask me to get rice started for him.

I once had to throw away an entire double batch of pumpkin bread, misreading the “teaspoon” as “tablespoon” for both salt and baking powder. In my defense, the recipe was handwritten by someone else.

I’m thrown by recipes that refer to “bouquet garnis” and “cheese cloth,” and do not even ask me to fry something because if egads that grease splatters onto my bare skin I think I am dying. I put on more protective gear for cooking than I do for cleaning toilets, or visiting nuclear power plants.***

This has been great fun creating childish drawings for you, but I’ve got something in the crock pot and I think I smell smoke.

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Here’s Kitchen Capades I, if you’re interested. No drawings, but maybe that’s better.

*Chocolate chip cookies are a relatively safe assignment for my (un)skill level. I have been baking them with my mother since before I can remember, and worked out the hazardous kinks with BDawg, my BFF since 3rd grade. Our hazards were 1) neglecting to remove foil wrapper from margarine before microwaving, and 2) attempting to make cookie-sheet sized cookies, one for each of us, and ending up with twin liquid dough puddles. Fairly harmless, as hazards go.

**I made myself blue. Creative license. I like purple better, but the purple in Paint is kind of garish. And this blue is…not? Well, it’s less garish.

***No, I have not actually visited a nuclear power plant. Creative license.

Comments
6 Responses to “More Kitchen Capades”
  1. Dana says:

    Hahahaha, I laughed at your rice pot incident drawings.

    I am picturing you giggling to yourself as you work on paint.

    BTW, did you know you can create your own colors in paint, so maybe next time you can have the shade of purple skin you want?

    • bethhull says:

      Yes, I did giggle to myself. I’m such a dork. Anyway, didn’t know about making my own colors. Hmm…the possibilities. I might move on to sketching my little illustrations & scanning them, though. Less time in front of the computer.

      Poor rice pot.

  2. Randi says:

    I have to take partial blame for your self-mentioned (un) skill level in the kitchen. Your father has long blamed me for that, because, I of course, don’t cook. Not afraid, not fearful, just don’t like it. Sorry Beth, and Josh, and Z.
    But I usually do make good chocolate chip cookies!

    • bethhull says:

      All this talk of chocolate chip cookies, and I had to make some tonight. Mmm!

      Wait a minute…Dad didn’t exactly instill a love of cooking in me either. Don’t let him put all the blame on you!

  3. Vicki R. says:

    Love the drawings! They add a certain, shall we say, “cheese clothy” element to the story πŸ™‚ And I applaud you for your continued efforts at conquering that devilish oven!

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