It has been irking me beyond measure ever since I saw an episode of Desperate Housewives when Bree van de Kamp was baby-sitting Lynette’s kids, and she somehow expected more respect for the fact that she had made cookies “from scratch.”
This is quite some admission. We should be shunning Wisteria Lane’s very own domestic goddess for the tacit admission that she sometimes uses shake-and-bake rather than dishing out the kudos for making cookies from scratch.
I mean cookies! Nothing too tricky about cookies!
I have just been making bananananana bread from scratch, and the whole house is alive with the smell.
My ill-gotten eBay profits have been squandered this month on a knock-down breadmaker which should be delivered shortly. Making bread by hand is not terribly difficult, but it is rather messy. Hopefully the breadmaker, complete with with timer and last minute fruit-adding-in-device will be clean and efficient. And an added incentive for timeous awakening.
I bought an avocado on a whim and realised I didn’t know what to do with it and had hardly any ingredients that go with it. I have mashed it up with cidar vinegar, pepper and some lemon and mandarin juices, plus a little bit of basil, and labelled it guacamole.
I’ll be really impressed if you do like the Boss and make a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396, Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor, out of scratch.