I’ve mentioned, several times, that 2015 has been a time of change in my little piece of the universe. Admittedly, some has not been joyous, but some has, at the very least, taught me some important life lessons. I can’t be bothered being preachy today, but I can say, that conquering fears, which incidentally, was one of the topics on The Dr. Oz Show today is definitely on my agenda.
Hello Dolly’s which you see pictured above, aren’t very scary. But, when you have me making them, it’s a disaster waiting to happen. My issues with cooking and baking have been numerous. I hate getting my hands dirty (literally), baking is too much of a science for someone as creative as me (ok – maybe a stretch), I can’t stand slimy things…the list goes on and on. While cooking has never been a joy or passion of mine, in recent months, I have discovered, that there is a certain order to it that can be soothing. There is nothing more satisfying to someone type A like me, than practicing “mise en place” – putting in place. I’ll never be a chef, and I may only make several things well, but I am learning. For Mother’s Day, I made Lidia Bastianich’s Baked Ziti and it was a great, easy to follow recipe https://lidiasitaly.com/recipes/detail/1070. It’s not winning any healthy cooking awards, but it is really good! I love Lidia – I have a real soft spot for her and love watching her cook.
Just because I like cooking, doesn’t mean I like baking. I’ll never enjoy the dusty, musty, boringness of it. I hate rolling and patting things down, I’ve almost broken a mix master and there is no real way to keep things straight. We were having a bake sale at work to raise money for supplies for a dinner at Ronald McDonald House. A team of us are going to prepare and serve dinner for the residents. As always, I was thinking that I would just donate money, but I decided conquer my fears and make something. Well, Hello Dolly, you were calling my name. On paper, and for the average person, it’s pretty basic. For a novice like, me, an 8 minute prep lasted a half an hour. Try figuring out what 3/4 of a cup of butter is supposed to be. Well, had I been smarter, I would have just cut a slab using the 1/4 and 1/2 measurements, but I’m not mathematician. Placing parchment paper was also a bit of a nightmare. It was all just a little much for me…but I did it. I didn’t quit when the going got crumby (pun intended). See picture above – not perfect, but done! And they sold out. All I have to say is never again. Good bye Dolly.
I also managed to FINALLY get my driver’s license after so many years. Part of it was fear of driving in Toronto, part of it was a little fear of writing the test with a bunch of 16 year olds, and some of it was probably fear of failure…but I wrote the test, wasn’t the oldest person in the room and am now the proud owner of Government Issued Photo ID. In Toronto, we have a graduated licensing system, so I have my G1. To get my permanent license, I need to do 20 hours of in class (helps with insurance) and two road tests, but in under 2 years, I’ll have that. I can hardly wait to do the in class – talk about your fears – it’s a Saturday and Sunday from 9-3:30 – YUCK. Fear of lost time is a hard thing to live with.
I can only deal with so much fear, so I’m signing off for now, plus I have to go watch Dr. Oz so that I can learn to conquer my fear of spiders. Tune in soon to find out how I’m going to conquer some more fears and how you may be able to help!