Whisk-ers In Kitchens

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Ginger says:

This blog is for you if you’re anything like me. I’m a mom. I’m capable of cooking or doing anything I put my mind to.

In theory.

I cook because I have to, not because I love to. My family eats what I cook because they have to, not because what I serve is edible.  I laughingly (sort of) told my Significant Other that I consider taking dinner guests to the Emergency Room to get their stomachs pumped the last course of the meal. I’m a wonderful dinner party hostess — I will hold your hair while you puke.

You’re welcome.

Do you remember this Pam cooking spray commercial?

That. Is. Very. Me.

In fact, SO saw it and said, “You’re on TV!”

Perhaps the sad thing in my case is that my SO is a chef. Because Life gets in the way of our plans sometimes he’s working two jobs and not being a chef. He’s working 60-70 hour weeks and would kind of like dinner when he gets home.

Guess who is home to cook that dinner?

Stomach pumps for everyone! WOOT!

If you have caught yourself thinking, “I need to improve this whole dinner-making thing.” You’re in the right place.

If you’d like to sit down to dinner with your family and not have to watch them wince in anticipation, you’re in the right place.

If you think “cooking from scratch” is when you add the flavoring packet from a box, you are in the right place.

If you feed your children chocolate cake for breakfast because it contains eggs and chocolate comes from beans, you’re in the right place.

If you eat junk food and then have a salad and think they cancel each other out, you’re in the right place.

If you admit you need a small helping of Martha Stewart-like abilities in the kitchen, but are overwhelmed at the prospect, you are in the right place.

If you want a kitchen buddy to share horror stories with, to laugh with, to cry with, to talk to while the Fire Department is putting out your kitchen, YOU. ARE. IN. THE. RIGHT. PLACE.

 

Nutmeg says:

And you’re probably wondering where our blog name came from. We were trying to come up with a name that was clever, and funny, and reflected our spirits. Then we started singing,

“Raindrops on roses and whisk-ers in kitchens,

bright copper kettles and warm oven mittens…”

Half that song is about food. “Crisp apple streudel”, “schnitzel with noodles”…. Apparently nuns are hungry people.

So, join us. Laugh with us. Cry with us. Burn stuff with us. Learn with us as we learn.

Welcome!

(And we promise we won’t be making schnitzel. Whatever that is.)

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