Tuesday, September 18, 2007

I'm going to be really bad here....

If you preface a blog post with this title, maybe you shouldn't be writing the post in the first place. Then again, our blogs are where we each reign king supreme so perhaps I should be putting my foot in my own mouth before I type this post.

I will start out by saying that I took Swistles advice and DIDN'T comment on this blog post even though I wanted to. No, I dutifully deleted the blog from my RSS reader (it wasn't a blog I ever really enjoyed in the first place...just in my collection of food blogs) and merrily went on my way. Except I kept thinking about it because it royally pissed me off. And finally here I am, posting my thoughts on it, which I am having a hard time formulating and putting down in words.

First of all, my husband put an awesome, professional-quality kitchen in our house for me because I L-O-V-E to cook.

Second, I don't always cook EVERYTHING from scratch because sometimes, just sometimes, cooking isn't about the end result, it's about the process....especially when Darsie clamors for a chair so she can help.

Cooking isn't always about an end product that will knock yours and everybody else's socks off or win you an award. Sometimes it is about making memories. Sometimes it is even about saving some time.

I'm mostly 100% appalled by the comment that "this lady should have gone to a bakery". I know that in my family, while we prefer from scratch, at least this lady is putting some effort into something and creating something. I'd rather have a boxed cake and canned icing created by or with someone I love than something from a bakery.

And in my defense, I baked 6 dozen cupcakes for Darsie's birthday. A loving and wonderful creation some by mixes and some from scratch. I made three different frostings, some from scratch and some from a can.

Will people remember them? Probably not. But you know what, I will remember cooking with Darsie, sharing spoonfuls of batter and frosting, making messes, Jeff's face lighting up when he tasted the cream cheese frosting.

We made some great memories and that is what TRULY matters.

Back to our previously scheduled commentary.


Laura said...

I agree completely. That comment about going to the bakery irritated me as well. It's easy to judge. Most new homes (I'm a real estate appraiser) come with well equipped kitchens these days. I confess, while I adore cooking from scratch, I am not above using a Betty Crocker cake and/or brownie mix when those cupcakes have to be to school tomorrow by 8 AM.

Nowheymama said...

I agree as well. Baking from a mix is still baking at home and sharing the experience with your kids. K. doesn't care about what's in the cake; she just wants to get to the fun sprinkles/candles/frosting part.

Also, if I baked from scratch every single time I needed to provide a dairy-free item for her to take to school or a party, I'd never do anything else!

Finally, putting up a picture of that poor lady the blogger doesn't even know seems quite mean to me.

Ok, I'm done.

Anonymous said...

What I see is how that lady is smiling. She's happy, and so will her family be. People looking in at her happiness critically, saying that she hasn't earned it because she didn't mix the sugar and butter herself, are not nice people.

Black Sheeped said...

I can't...comprehend that someone would feel compelled to write such a post about that photo. I can't believe someone would see that photo and think anything other than, "Oh, look, someone making a cake." I mean...who cares? Who really cares what sort of things people make in their fancy or non-fancy kitchens?

Also, I'm in deep trouble if you get cancer from eating canned frosting. Because...I like to make cakes just to have the canned frosting on hand. To eat spoonfuls. ENTIRE SPOONFULS.