Questions asked by a three year old while making chocolate chip cookies:

What is that? Why is it flour? Where is your bowl? Oh, there it is. Why is your bowl yellow? Why is that a bowl? What is that? Why is it brown sugar? Why isn't it white sugar? Where is the white sugar? What is that? What is vanilla? Can I smell the vanilla? Why is it vanilla? Why do I like vanilla? Why doesn't it smell like chocolate? Where are the chocolate chips? Why are they chocolate chips? What are those funny spoons? Why do they measure? What do they measure? Why is that salt? Are cookies salty? Is sugar good? Do we eat sugar? Why are you putting the oven on? Is the oven hot? Why is that an egg shell? Where did the egg go? Why do cookies have eggs? Do cookies taste like eggs? Why do you have to stir it? What are those? Why are they cookie sheets? Do cookies go on them? Why do cookies cook on them? Why are they rectangle? Why are they gray? Are they metal? Why are they metal? Why are you putting the cookies in the oven? Will the cookies cook there? Why do I have to stay away from the oven? Why don't you want me to get hurt? Are the cookies done? What is that? Why is it an oven timer? What does it do? Why are you turning the oven timer on? Are the cookies done? What is that? Why is it a spatula? What color is it? Why is it beige? What are you doing? Why do the cookies have to cool? Why are they hot? Are the cookies done? Are the cookies done? Are the cookies done? Can I eat a cookie? Can I eat a cookie? Can I eat a cookie? Can I eat a cookie? Can I eat a cookie? Can I eat a cookie? Can I eat a cookie? Can I eat a cookie? Can I eat a cookie? Can I eat a cookie?

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I learned a lesson in toddlerese last night. The Boy Wonder stayed home from school because he is, in his word, snurgley. By late afternoon he was feeling better and wanted to help make dinner so I invited him into the kitchen and told him we were going to have Mommy's special meatloaf. Silence. And then suddenly, "I DON'T WANT MEATLOAF! I DON'T LIKE MEATLOAF! MEATLOAF IS STINKY!"


Fair enough. The thing is, I'm pretty sure he's never had meatloaf . In a flash of inspiration I told him that since he doesn't like meatloaf we would have something else instead. "What?" he wanted to know. A giant meatball. I told him we'd make a giant meatball instead of the meatloaf. "Cool," he said, "I just love meatballs." And so the giant meatball was mixed, formed and cooked using the exact same recipe as for the aforementioned and rejected meatloaf. I am at once regretful for having deceived him and impressed at my own cleverness.


This particular meatloaf/meatball was made with a pound of ground turkey, mixed with an egg, some soft breadcrumbs, fresh ground pepper, and a little A-1 steak sauce. It was, if I may say so, very good served with polenta, grean beens and a bit of beef gravy. The Boy Wonder even tried some polenta, which made me very happy. He said it was "kind of mushy, but not bad." And so was saved another dinner.


There has been a change of plan for the weekend which has left me free to scratch my increasingly demanding canning itch. Not that I wasn't looking forward to the trip, because I was, but sometimes it's just nicer to be home, you know? Anyway, I'm out of marinated mushrooms and mango jam and have had a special request for grapefruit marmalade so I'd like to get working on it. Plus, there's sourdough v.2 to work on, as well as some experimenting with roast pork that I've been planning for months.


I also need to clean out the canning cupboard to see exactly where I stand with regards to jars, lids and such. Unlike some canners, I seldom to never actually put empty jars back in the handy boxes but rather stick them willy-nilly back on the shelves. The result is that at any given time I'm not sure how many jars of what size are available and whether or not I have rings available for them. I am resolved to organize myself in this area once and for all. Now that this weekend is free, sort of "found time" if you will, I am out of excuses.


I'd like to incorporate more pictures into this blog. I'll work on that, too, this weekend, in between the other stuff.

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This will be a shorter entry than usual because I am officially behind on thank you notes and didn't end up finishing the birth announcements over the weekend as planned. The weather was just to lovely to spend it inside, so we played around the back yard, frolicking with the dog, cleaning up some of the garden beds and just generally being outside. I'm further behind the eight ball due to an unexpected trip to Philly just tonight planned for this coming weekend.


My grandmother has offered us her china cabinet for the taking. This is not the best time for us to be doing things like renting vans and such, but it's a limited time offer, the thing is pecan for goodness' sake and we'd like for mom-mom to meet the baby so off we go. We're hoping to avoid the worst of DC/Beltway traffic, which can turn what should be a four hour trip into a seven hour trip, by leaving early Saturday and returning Monday morning. If we're successful it should be a nice trip. If we're not, well, I don't want to think about it. Between limited sleep, epic crying jags (mostly from the baby, but occasionally from me) and my husband's scholastic stress we don't have a lot of room to absorb any DC madness. My zen-like mantra for the week: I'm looking forward to spending time travelling with my family. The traffic does not worry me.

In the end, sourdough v. 1 was a bust. The recombined loaf rose only slightly and ended up actually expanding a bit at the bottom on the baking sheet. I didn't think this was a big deal, and actually thought it could work out to be a kind of sourdough focaccia-esque thing. Um, no. It was just plain weird - really dense inside and practically uncuttable at the crusts. The insides of the bread did, however, have a nice sourdough flavor so in the end all was not lost. I'll be taking Rayne's suggestion and giving a looksee throughThe Bread Lover's Bread Machine Cook Book and see what can't be done to make the next attempt better. I had really hoped to be able to make sourdough on my own, without relying on my bread machine, but I recognize inevitability when I see it.

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