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.