Saturday, August 28, 2010
I had this great idea to start a cooking class with Danny (and maybe Cate if she could keep her fingers out of the flour...she likes to eat it). Either that little boy of mine is hungry all the time for sweets or just really interested in baking. He talks to me almost every day about what we should bake. Cookies, pie, cupcakes, birthday cake. I'd love to indulge him every day but alas, my will power is not strong enough to resist eating freshly baked cookies, pies and cakes every single day.
Danny's most recent request was to bake some doodleberry pie. Obviously, we didn't have any doodleberries handy. We went to Costco and bought blueberries instead. He said that would be fine. I knew pie would be ok to bake because I don't really like pie. It wouldn't be much of a temptation to eat the whole thing. Plus, I've never baked a pie from scratch. We both win. He gets pie. I get to stop saying I've never baked a pie from scratch before (unless you count pudding pie with graham cracker crust...but I don't think that counts).
The plan was originally to have him "help" me bake the pie (that's why I was going to call it cooking class). Instead, I waited until this was happening...
and then baked it myself. I have no patience. It was a long morning. I was tired. The blueberries had been sitting in the fridge for almost a week. I just did it myself. I'm ok with that. So was Danny when he woke up and saw what I had done while he was sleeping.
I tried to make the pie extra special by using my Star Wars cookie cutters and turned it into Star Wars blueberry pie. Danny loved it. He wouldn't eat any of it of course. But he thought it looked good.
I used Pioneer Woman's pie crust recipe and her mom's recipe for blueberry pie. They were both berry easy and berry yummy. Next time I'll use way more sugar though. It wasn't sweet enough for my sweet tooth. And I didn't even have vanilla ice cream. What a shame.
I'm thinking the next time I hold a session of cooking class, I should actually let Danny in the kitchen with me.
Just a thought.
Posted by Cathy at 4:43 PM