people have this misconception that i am an amazing crafty, baker, seamstress whiz. when i do anything people laud me with praises as if i were betty crocker or pre-prison martha. well, maybe i should re-define who “people” are… mostly co-workers.
here’s why this praise, more often than not, is unnecessary: all i do is follow directions and make things out of boxes or packets! (ie. brownies, cupcakes, cakes etc.)
maybe i just set myself up for the fraudulent reputation because of some previous behavior…
- example #1. once upon a time horace holmes, alison starling and brian van de graaff came over for breakfast. we had hashbrowns and eggs and pancakes… everything was almost ready when i realized i didn’t have any syrup. we were on a tight schedule so instead of running to the store i actually made syrup from scratch. (although making syrup is terribly easy, i can’t even take credit for that! my best cousin becky gave me the recipe). well news of me “just whipping up some syrup” spread like wildfire through the newsroom… they thought all mormons made syrup (and everything else) from scratch. to this day while at social gatherings it inevitably is brought up.
- example #2. i like to make pies. my mom always made pies for thanksgiving and christmas and i remember helping cut all the apples. sometimes we’d sit with a cookie sheet on our laps in the living room and watch a movie while we did it. we make homemade crust from a special recipe and they always turn out great. while in mexico my sophomore year of college i made a pumpkin pie completely from scratch (as in, straight from a pumpkin). i think i was more excited then anyone else that all the spices my granny had emailed me actually ended up tasting like a real pumpkin pie. my first thanksgiving in dc i made 5 pies too many… cranberry apple, apple and pumpkin. i make the same crust my mom makes i just can’t make it look as pretty as she does… but everyone thinks homemade pies are impressive.
- example #3. at a baby shower i recently co-hosted guests flipped out at the food i had brought for the shower… it was just pasta salad and a really good apple dip made from cream cheese and brown sugar (again, a recipe i stole from someone). things only got more embarrassing when sara opened her present. it was a baby quilt i had made… only the third one in my life. all the women stopped what they were doing and oooed and awed for entirely too long. and of course alison brought up once again the homemade syrup!
- example #4. i run sugar cookie and enchilada sweat shops… and while both are really good and take a lot of time… it’s a little embarrassing that they are my only specialties.
items made from scratch are a big deal in our current world of instant everything… but i still don’t need to be praised for opening a box, adding oil and an egg, stirring and baking.