Friday, July 8, 2011

on conquering dessert

I brought dessert to our friend Nick's barbecue on Saturday.  Actually, I brought a homemade dessert to Nick's barbecue.  Now, this doesn't sound like a feat worthy of writing on the internet to most, but to me, it was a small step towards conquering the fear of the kitchen.  Of producing something that someone else other than Mike (who is sworn by an oath of marriage to eat things I make) was meant to enjoy. 

Two weeks ago I had grand plans for this barbecue.  I was going to make something festive, something patriotic, but then I realized flag cakes are tricky, and time consuming, and just a little on the wrong side of Martha so I started to panic. 

Then Jenny posted about berry galette.  A post with beautiful photos of an easy berry dessert and I was saved.  I woke up Saturday morning and after a quick trip to the fruit guy on Broadway and the grocery store for dough I was preheated and making dessert.  It took all of 45 minutes from prep to finish so a normal person would probably not boast about this, but it was big for me.  A few hours later a chorus (ok, chorus might be pushing it) of ooooh's and ahhhh's sang out around the patio as my creation was devoured. 

There is a pride that comes with a clean plate that cannot be matched by pretty packaging from a bakery.  And I know it was only a simple dessert, but it's been inspiring.  I feel just a little bit like a success story.

1 comment:

  1. i love this post! you know how much i love to cook and yes, it is a feeling that can not be compared when people devour your food.

    if i miss anything about being in a relationship its cooking for someone i love. (blah) :)