This first weekend as a married woman was (not surprisingly) hardly different than any other weekend with Javier, except my mom was visiting, and Javier and I have new titles.
The only other differences were culinary in nature. Amusingly, I was practically retro-domestic: an apron was involved and two batches of cookies were made. Also, I had my first cuisine disasters since we moved to Ohio. Hopefully these food failures aren't symbolic of our married life together.
The first disaster was with Saturday night's dinner. After a long, heady production of prep work, the Zanzibar "pizzas" (ground turkey, onions, cabbage, eggs, and spices wrapped in fried spiced dough) I made failed miserably. Javier and my mom graciously each ate one, but I was sad and grumpy. Luckily, my mom and I had also made a mushroom and Manchego salad, and the papaya ketchup we made to accompany the pizzas was delicious.
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| Burned, yet Uncooked, Zanzibar Pizzas/Yummy Salad and Ketchup |
The second disaster was in an attempt to make beer yesterday afternoon. After preparing the sink for a sanitation station, lining up all the equipment, buying ice, and roasting chestnuts for the ale, my mental preparation was lacking. A true brew novice, I threw in the yeast along with the malt because the touchy thermometer was reading sky-high and I become careless and frantic. This sent me into a deep, five minute depression, but I rallied, buried the mash in the garden, and took Paco for walk with Javier.
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| Failed Brew |
Culinary success came with the cookies, and they were inspired my my mom's wedding gift for us: a thoughtful--but hilarious--hand-made cookie jar with a dog glazed on it.
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| Javier reaping the benefits of having a wife that likes baking |
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| Cornmeal Icebox Cookies |
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| An Unfortunate Photo: Chocolate Snaps, Not Dog Poop |
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Courthouse Marriage
"You look badass"-M.G. Maloney |
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| The Mom and Me |
2 comments:
Ha! Your first weekend of marriage sounds like a sitcom. Keep cooking! Also - I love the "not dog poop" photo.
I'm curious what the apron looks like...
-MG
Oh April. I totally feel for you. When I have a kitchen disaster it doesn't matter how much other people try to make me feel better I want nothing to do with it. I can't tell you how many batches of cookies, or soups or whatever I've wanted to just throw away because they didn't come out the way I was hoping.
Congrats on your first weekend as a Married Woman. They'll just get better from here. :)
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