I’ve probably mentioned it before, that I’m just not a natural in the kitchen. When I had my own apartment I’d sometimes rather go hungry than to cook myself dinner. I just absolutely hate it. Or well, that’s not entirely true, I used to hate it. But after yesterday’s very succesful day in the kitchen I seem to have changed my mind.
Mom and I made carrot cake, apple crisp and, of course, Norwegian success tart. The most astonishing thing is that they all turned out great! With my mom on the team that shouldn’t come as a big surprise, but the fact that I handled some of the ingredients and it didn’t end in a disaster is pretty sensational.
You may think I’m just exaggerating for the purpose of adding some humor to this post, but no, I’m serious.
One time Karen and I were invited to an American family to teach them how to bake Norwegian cinnamon rolls, “Skillingsboller.” These incredible hospitable people had bought all the ingredients, booked a big kitchen for us and we ended up having to throw away two full batches of skillingsboller before we were able to make something that was edible. Karen is a good cook, so I take this on me.
Another time I made a brownie that was so rigid I could have used it as a doormat. It was one of those packs where you just add water, so how that happened is a mystery to me…
But if you ask me to make you French toast, pancakes, scrambled eggs or hash browns, I’ll impress you. Breakfast is my one specialty. Oh! Before you Norwegian readers freak out, let me assure you I’m not talking about the marijuana-infused brownies you all know too well. Hash browns and hasjbrownies are two different things. Besides, marijuana is too expensive for doormats.
Have a tasty day everyone,