Procrastination is like a credit card: it’s a lot of fun until you get the bill. – Christopher Parker
Time management is not my forte (you may have figured that out by the timing of this post). Minutes tend to be so small in my mind until I realize I’m buried under how many of them have gone by (like this, if you need a visual). I can have the best of intentions, but things just tend to get away from me.
Which is why all of the rubber wore off my brake rotors. & so I had to get new ones. & it cost a few hundred dollars. (I know those sentences look weird, but I just love ampersands (&)) Fortunately, this led me to my first project for this week—getting a credit card.
I’ve never had a credit card of any kind before (debit/check cards don’t count), which I didn’t realize was awfully strange until my friend of several years gave me that, Are sure you’re from this planet? look when I told her. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve got debt from school loans that I’m in the process of paying off. But that is pure-grown, Financial Aid office produce.
Credit gets a sort of preferential stigma, like if you’re going to have to have pimples, at least have the sparkly ones. I’ve never really been a big spender, so my financial face has been pretty clear (alright, dropping that analogy). Plus, growing up in a community where independence is highly valued, I think some of it might have rubbed off.
Thinking back, I felt like I could have asked more questions, understood more before I signed up, but I checked my bases. No fee for early payment, no interest for the first six months (within which it will be paid off), & a discount on my final bill for using the card 🙂 All that to say, I’ve got a credit card now and the world’s not over. I’ve got new brakes, so I won’t die, which is a plus. I’m blessed to have a job that enables me to pay it off quickly, double plus. & I’ve got my new thing for this week in a way that requires only one post in a busy week, triple plus FTW!
“The greatest accomplishment is not in never falling, but in rising again after you fall.” – Vince Lombardi
Whew, so actually doing the projects that are the point of this blog is kind of hard. At the beginning of the week, (once the project was picked) I felt good. I planned to take the week to find recipes & then purchase & assemble the soufflés on Saturday when I had time & $. Part A was simple enough, though I almost picked a French recipe (my new rule is never to use a recipe that requires ‘4 deciliters of very good milk’). I had my eye on that soufflé in the sky.
On Saturday, I wanted to use some of the free time I had to hang with a good friend, so when she was ready that afternoon, we went to pick up groceries. I felt pretty good as we returned to her house & then it was time to start baking.
But then her family was cooking lunch, so I figured I’d wait until they were done. Then there were visitors, then I changed my mind about recipes, then I got distracted working on a Pinterest for work (honestly, it was for work). Basically, a Saturday happened. When I finally started in, it was later in the evening & I began to feel that old collegiate sense of impending doom.
Just like in college, it all came down to rolling up my sleeves, donning an apron (I actually did for Screenprinting 101) & just doing it. The whole process was a series of triumphs—figuring out exactly how the mixer worked, getting my roux (a white sauce that’s actually yellow) to thicken, & discovering that mixing chocolate & egg yolks is pretty cool—& failures—sugaring the dish intended for my cheese soufflé & almost squishing an egg I put in my pocket. Finally & despite all my best efforts, I put forth 5 somewhat decent & moist soufflés. Who knew? I can bake soufflés!
So, project 2 conquered, whew! You can peruse pictures here. If you’re interested in giving the puffy pastry a whirl, here are my recipes for the cheese soufflé and for the chocolate soufflé. Let me know if you have any ideas for week 3!
“When baking, follow directions. When cooking, go by your own taste.”– Laiko Bahrs
I can’t tell the difference between Kool-Aid & jello.
I understand that one is a liquid & the other a somewhat indecisive solid, that one splats & the other splits. But in my mind’s eye, they are one in the same. This fact contributed to one of my most infamous culinary exploits*, but it also revealed how my mind’s eye rules my cook’s hands.
That’s a fancy way of saying I’m a visual cook. If I’ve seen or imagined something & have the basics of a recipe, I can usually figure out how to prepare it decently. If something needs to taste richer, add red. Sweeter? Try gold-colored things. I don’t know quite why or how my brain does this, but it works for me.
Hence (ooh, never used that word in a real sentence before, huzzah for me!), trying to figure out baking is like trying to follow a badly written tele-novella. Where does the flour go?! How come the eggs don’t end up scrambled-looking?! What purpose does baking powder serve?!?! No comprendo hornear y no me gusta. (+ points if you read that last sentence in Ricky Ricardo’s voice. If not, give it a try.)
The suggestion (thanks, Amelia!) that I bake a soufflé for an AN52 project, then, came as an inadvertently strenuous (thanks, Amelia!) challenge. I balked, I gawked, I sulked & then I realized I had no idea what else to do for this week. So, in the spirit of AN52, it shall be undertaken & chronicled with gusto. If I can’t do it right, I can do it enthusiastically 🙂 Check back at the end of the week for the hopefully un-sunk results!
*My mind has filed Jello & Kool-Aid as clear, red substances. So I accidentally applied the ‘goes-well-with-fruit’ rule, not to Jello, but to its twin. Unfortunately, inundating a jug of Kool-Aid with diced bananas & other fruit resulted in a Franken-juice that no one (including myself) would touch.