While The Hubs Is Away…

27 02 2012

M.D. has a meeting at school tonight, which means I was left alone for dinner. When he’s home, I have this serious desire to make him a delicious dinner. I really enjoy cooking and it helps me decompress after a long day.

When he’s away, though? I really lack motivation to make dinner for myself. I usually just throw something really easy together (like grilled chicken on a salad, or dirty rice), but tonight I was feeling even less like cooking than usual. My dinner consisted of:

  • Cheese and crackers
  • Pear slices (and not even fresh pear, the type that you find in a can and drenched in syrup)
  • Leftover cookie dough from these amazing things I made for a March of Dimes bake sale we’re having at work tomorrow

I’m considering adding a cupcake to this list. And it wouldn’t be one stolen from the bake sale, because I made extras in case of emergency. Don’t you think this counts as an emergency?

I’m in serious trouble when M.D. gets shipped off for training this summer.


Spoiled Weekend Plans = Cookies

12 12 2011

It really takes a lot to get into the Christmas spirit in Florida. We have to be constantly listening to Christmas music and have our decorations up early. I had planned for us to go to Gulfstream Park this weekend to watch their light show and get our Christmas on. The weather turned out to be horrible, rainy and humid, so we decided to stay home and bake Christmas cookies instead. M.D. got really into the shortbread cookies we made.

I pretty much didn’t do any of the work for them, which I was OK with.

I love him a lot. I hope he still loves me after I post this picture 🙂

Pie Fail

28 10 2011

So last weekend I decided that I would make a really nice dinner for M.D. since he was studying so hard. I cooked a roast, made mashed potatoes, and whipped up some homemade rustic rolls that he loves. Then I figured it was a good time to attempt to make my first pie from scratch. I’d done plenty around the holidays with a pre-made crust, but M.D. would have none of that.

You see, his mom makes amazing pies. And she always makes her crust from scratch, so M.D. is spoiled for life. His favorite dessert is her cold peach pie (which I’m a big fan of too). I was really nervous about making this pie, since I had a lot to live up to. When we went to Canada over the summer I bought some lard for pie crust (M.D.’s mom says this specific brand is the best lard to use for crust, so I went with it).

So Saturday afternoon I pulled out the lard and made the crust. It was actually pretty easy, and I stuck it in the freezer to cool it off for rolling out. Then I pulled out my apples, and spent the next hour or so listening to music, and peeling and chopping the apples. I have no idea why it took me so long, and M.D. even came out at one point to make sure I was OK since he heard me slicing for so long. I assembled the pie, and what I took out of the oven 40 minutes later closely resembled a tent. I figured it would be fine since M.D.’s mom told me to pile up the apples.

When we sliced the pie open that night, M.D. just started laughing. Behold:

The inside was more like an apple soup than a pie, and the crust just kind of hung out way above. It was pretty horrible. The worst part is that it looked so good from this angle:

Sorry for the horrible pictures and lighting. After our feast for dinner we didn’t feel like having dessert until much later. Anyways, the good part of this story is that it still tasted delicious, and we’ve eaten it almost ever night since then. That’s the problem with me baking – M.D. is trying not to eat too much dessert and it’s hard for me to eat too much of it!