Since then;

Let me begin by apologizing for the absence. We don't have internet at our home and the last attempt to post at another cafe failed as my laptop was the only one that couldn't connect to the internet. (Don't ask, it's not a Mac).

Alright! On the cooking angle, the first time using the KitchenAid Ultra Power (late model from the 50's) I entered into a cooking frenzy. Starting with making a late lunch-early dinner (not on the K.Aid) of my famous Coconut Rice. It's full of aromatic ginger and cinnamon sticks, a few good sized cloves of fresh garlic, butter, jasmine rice, toasted coconut, lime zests... Delicious. Even I agree!

Then I dove into the K.Aid. >] I whipped up Almond Cookies, Mixed Fruit Biscotti, Vanilla Dusted Cheesecake with a Chocolate Ganache with a hint of orange, 2 loaves of Honey Butter Beer French bread, then cooled off and made my boyo (aka my love, my boyfriend/best friend) homemade tomato sauce with meat, fresh tomatoes and basil, and whatever else my I could throw into the dish (without tasting!) to make it scrumptious for him. (The only thing he'd really asked me to make was the biscotti.)

To start off with, I feel I must inform you, dear reader, that I am a vegetarian and sometimes dabble on the vegan end. I'll indulge with fish every now and again, but that's the extent of my "Pushing the limits" on that one.

Yesterday:
I'm an anxious baker. Cooking I'm fine with, but I need a set of guidelines for baking. I alter and modify without hesitation. Actually, I can't follow a recipe exactly. Something in me HAS to change it. See if I can make it better. The few recipes I have followed to the T never impressed me.
I don't know where the line is when cookies become cakes or breads. I'm beginning to have an inkling, but not enough to dabble. Until yesterday.
Once upon a time Boyo came home from Henry's with a bag of cereal (I'm an addict). It was a cinnamon Muesli. We'd just gone on a big Muesli kick and it'd been a surprise for me. We poured it into our bowls and coughed. Wearily, we drowned the dark brown oats and strange looking clumps in soymilk and took a bite.
We nearly expired. There was so much cinnamon as we poured clouds of dust flew up into our lungs, clung to our clothes and the backs of our throats. Upon inspection of the bag, it's almost all pure ground cinnamon. I can fill my empty cinnamon bottle with it and stop grinding the sticks.
I was resolved to make the remaining 1/2 lb and do something with it. Cookies? Cake? Pie crust?
I opted for cookies. Realizing that I didn't actually have a cookie dough recipe I nearly threw in the towel.
Then thought, what the hell. If I waste it, then I waste it.
And set to work.
I added butter, then the oats all in the K.Aid. I added sugar and flour, an egg, a little pure vanilla extract. And prayed. I took out a cookie sheet and (since the oven was already running at 325* because there was another version of Honey Bread in the oven) I seperated the dough into half. It was sticky, way too sticky to handle. I laid out powdered sugar, coated my hands with it and tried to form cookies. They all stuck to my hands. After managing to get them on the sheet and popped into the oven, I looked at the brown mess of my hands. At the dark splotchy spots on the counters. This was destined for failure.
Then I got a strange urge and licked my hand.
Yes, lovies, I know all about the dangers of salmonella poisoning, how it is more predominant in eggs and more people DIE because of undercooked eggs per year than any disease or accident.
But yes, I eat eggs. Organic, cage free, humanely treated eggs. Sometimes, the common white, but let's not get into this. It already irks me that this boarders the line and I may as well throw in the vegetarian towel. I know. Yes, I know. It's my constant internal debate.
I couldn't stop eating the dough. When the cookies came out, I dusted them with more powdered sugar. And couldn't stop eating them. They were wonderful! After 2 or 3... or 4. Okay, let's be honest. 4 or 5. I'm in love. I managed not to eat them all by telling myself I was going to bring a hot batch over to the coffee shop for Boyo, when he walked in the door.
He took these pictures of them today while I was at work:


My love eating what I made with love. =}

Am definitely going to make it into a pie crust.