Sometimes, I envy cooks. Not because they can do all sorts of things I can’t do – like cook a perfect steak, or braise shortribs until they fall off the bone, or cook a piece of fish correctly. No, it’s because cooking doesn’t require so much . . . stuff.
I’m house and pet-sitting for a friend for ten days, and I have some baking to do during my stint. “Oh, I’ll just bring over my kitchen equipment,” I though, like it was no big deal. But then I started packing. Man do I use a lot of stuff to bake. Thank God my friend is kind enough to let me borrow her car.
“Bringing over my equipment” meant throwing bins of flour, sugar, cocoa, and powdered sugar into the trunk; filling the entire back seat back with ingredients and equipment; and strapping my precious mixer into the passenger seat. Granted, it’s been a joy to cook in my friend’s huge kitchen and I love watching her animals. I’m just jealous that cooking doesn’t requires so many tools. If I were a cook, all I’d have to bring are my knives. And maybe a saute pan.
Baking on the move is not for the faint of heart.