How about a baking
competition?
As Saturday's are only half
work days, it seemed like the perfect opportunity moreover, it was
one of Uganda's rainy moments. Kelly and I grabbed two bowls and
headed for the beat-up, grease-stained, lined-paper notebook with a
friend's cookie recipe from her Saskatchewan home.
“Competition?” I asked.
She confirmed.
I pulled out my flour.
“What is that?”
Kelly's face looked funny at my
flour bag
“Uh,
flour...”
“You
bought Maize??”
I had
not thought of the corncob adorning the front satchel when I had
bought it. Wasn't it all flour?
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| The culprit |
Apparently
not. As I churned and mashed my dough, it was nothing but granular
substance that kept falling apart. It would not do for any “Betty
and Veronica” cooking show, now or to come...ever. I kept positive
has Kelly formed her perfectly round dough balls. I would just make
squares.
I added
extra water to the dough, drizzled some peanut butter on top, spread
the mixture into the pan, and placed it into the gas oven. Thirty
minutes later, I tasted it. I might as well have taken two dry, raw
cobs, given them a good blender ride and spread them in the bottom of
a pan, adding some peanuts over top.
Sarah
walked in the door, her volunteer hours complete.
“I'm
starving!”
“Help
yourself” I said from my corner of distress.
“Hmm
not bad! Actually not...I'm going to perfect this.” She proceeded
to heat up some chocolate milk with the crumbled square she cut, so as to not dry out her membranes in process of first stage digestion.
I
promise, although we are eating blended cobs at times, we are not
starving in Uganda. Some things just taste better this way.
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| Maize Disappointment :( https://www.youtube.com/watch? |
Maizer disappointment hahaah
ReplyDeleteHahaha, now that's a better title :)
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