Yesterday, Matthew was using the computer.
At first, I thought about despairing.
I couldn't look up recipes!
But wait, I light-bulbed.
I have cookbooks! REAL cookbooks.
So I made the trek to the kitchen, and flexed my muscles to pull down the mammoth, JOY of Cooking. I found my way aaaaaaall the way to the back of the book (man, this takes so much longer than Google...)
Index: A...B...C...D... dates!
These look right. Scan for ingredients.
Alright, lets go.
I had everything but clover.
Not worth a run to the store.
Mix dry stuff:
Cream butter and sugar:
Add the rest of the wet stuff, dates, nuts, zest:
I tore open the dates, took out the seed, and lay them out flat. This made 'em easier to chop.
Baby is awake! So, I leave the kitchen like this:
We nurse, then set up the play station:
Back to baking.
Spread into the baking pan:
Can you see the baby foot to the left of the pan?? =D
Beep! Beep! Beep! Done.
I'll be keeping my cookbooks.
They still work.
Only one question,
Cockaigne - what does it mean? I don't have a dictionary here.
I will Google it.