The Writing Life: Domesticity

I have one day a week to really be domestic.

6 days a week I’m writing and working Book View.  I get home in the evening, cook dinner, help with the evening things like bed time for the 8 yr. old, and flake out in front of the TV or curl up with a book.  I might even talk to my husband.

So that leaves 1 day a week for most of the laundry and most of the projects, and any of the fun.

This week’s project turned out to be angel food cake.  And we’re not done yet.

See, my son, who I love more than life itself is a… cautious eater.  He’s interested in cooking, in fact he’s a big fan of Iron Chef, but he will eat only within a narrow range of recognized food.  So, if I can get him interested in any, and I mean ANY new food, and as an added bonus get him in the kitchen, it is a good day on the domestic front.  So, when we were reading a collection of Peanuts comics, and got to a long-running gag involving Snoopy and angel food cake with seven minute frosting, I said to Alexander “You know, we can make angel food cake.”  His eyes light up.  “With seven minute frosting?!”  “Sure,” I say.

So, along comes domesticity day.  And out comes The Joy of Cooking which contains so much vital information, including the fact that you can make angel food cupcakes.  This is good, because while I have 4 muffin pans, I don’t have any tube pans, let alone an actual angel food cake pan.  It also informs us that when you make angel food cupcakes you can split them in half and put in a fill.  Because I am a slow learner I say, “Wow, I bet we could split the cupcakes and put in strawberry jam!”  Which happens to be one of my son’s favorite substances.  His eyes light up, “AND seven minute frosting?!”  “Well, the seven minute frosting would go on top, but sure.”

So, out comes the sifter and the cake flour, and every egg in the house.  We measure, I teach Son how to sift, which he does with great enthusiasm, we whip the egg foam and fold flour slowly into egg foam.  Son gets the standard kid’s job of putting cupcake papers into pan.  I discover a foam is a raging b*tch to get into the bleeping muffin tins.  Into the oven.  Cross fingers.

I am pleased to report that the little goobers came out with uneven tops, but otherwise beautiful.  Evening will be spent finding out if I can make a boiled icing.

Perhaps having only one day to be domestic is a good thing.  If this is what I can do in one day, imagine what would take hold the other six.






The Writing Life: Domesticity — 5 Comments

  1. Heh. The good news is that cautious eaters do improve with age. Even my husband, who is a risk-averse eater from childhood, now eats a pretty broad range of foods (not as broad as I eat…he regards seafood and fish with terror; the only time I’ve ever seen him break into a cold sweat is when I cajoled him into taking one bite of lobster).

    The other thing is, my younger daughter loves cooking shows, wants to cook the things they show–and then won’t eat them. We made the most gorgeous squash lasagna last year, despite my pointing out that no one in the house is a fan of squash. It was cooked, it was beautiful, she would not =touch= it.

    Angel food cupcakes, however, would be a huge hit. Hmmm. Wonder how many eggs I have in the house?

  2. The rule in our house is if you asked for it, you MUST eat it.

    As for eggs, se needed 9. The recipie called for 1 1/2 cups of egg whites, or about 11 large eggs. Our eggs must have had big whites or something.

    My only question at this point is what does one do with 9 egg yolks?

  3. One buys egg whites in packages in the dairy case next to the eggs. That’s what I use for meringue.

  4. There are cakes that call for many, many egg yolks. The recipes are usually paired with the angel-food cake recipes. You could also feed them to pets; I have a cat who adores beaten egg yolk. (He can HEAR the difference between an egg that is cracked and mixed entire into something or another, and an egg that is separated out.)