I love to cook and bake. My kitchen is one of the happiest places in our home, because I’m always “inventing” new recipes to try out on Mac. OK, he’s the only other person who lives here, and so of course I have to try these things out on him.
I made a new coffee cake the other day, just throwing in this and that and covered it over with slivered almonds (or slithered almonds as Arianna would say). Evil Sister and hubby were coming over and so I took the unusual opportunity to serve it to them. Tea for me and ES and coffee for Mac and ES’s hubby.
OK, now I’ve never baked anything that turned out so well that the guinea pigs…(sorry, guests) asked for a second piece of it after only a few minutes. It was a first, and pleased me no end. My Aunt Florence (Merriman Sellers) used to say that she loved my grandmother’s coconut cake because it “leaves a good farewell taste in your mouth.”
So, I suppose this coffee cake left a good farewell taste in everyone’s mouth. The only problem is, I didn’t bother to write anything down and to repeat the process will be purely hit and miss.
Now, hit and miss is apparently the way I cook and bake, anyway (as I discovered this morning). I have long been a fan of my neighbor Joanne’s nice big fluorescent light that hangs in her kitchen. It gives enough light to see and makes the work area cheerful. My kitchen, on the other hand, is sort of dim and not enough light comes in because we face north.
Craig, Joanne’s hubby, told me he was going to put a light like hers in our kitchen. Being a licensed electrician, he is our lifesaver around here. Anything we need done electrically, that man is never too busy to come see about it. He loves his work or he loves us — we don’t know which! He won’t take a penny for anything he does.
He says it’s because he wants to keep in good with his computer man (Mac) so I guess it’s sort of a reciprocal thing with us. Well, yesterday afternoon they came over and put in the light. It is about 5 feet long and 3 feet wide. It brightens up the room like someone turned on a soft white sun. He and Joanne put it in together…they make quite a team.
Afterward, we sat down and had coffee and the rest of the almond coffee cake. I was so happy to be able to see in the kitchen. We spent the rest of the day planting trees.
I got up this morning and flipped on the light, turned the coffee pot on and looked around at the bright kitchen. And saw disaster. Spots and stains and little tiny globs of what I don’t care to even hazard a guess was on everything. It had apparently been on everything for a while. I had just not been able to see it because of the dimness of the kitchen.
Now, I love dirt. I just don’t love it in my kitchen. My wiping down of the cabinet doors and work areas apparently hadn’t been such a job well done. I should be embarrassed to tell you this, but I told you I’m not normal. I’ve been cleaning since 7 a.m. Every cabinet, every door, every drawer, every surface. The floors will be next. And the long-handled Swiffer duster will be getting a workout on the top of the cabinets.
Thank God I’m not tall enough to see up there. I think I may want my old light back.
Sandi McBride is a resident of Jefferson who blogs regularly and enjoys her garden and her furry and feathered friends. She is a wife and mother of two sons.