Something To Lighten the Mood
Have you ever cooked or baked something that didn't go quite right? I do it all of the time. The trick is to try to salvage something out of it because we all know how expensive food is these days.My granddaughters and I set out to make a chocolate cream pie. Fairly simple (or I thought) and not too many ingredients. Graham cracker crust - easy peasy - the girls had fun smashing the graham crackers. We then added a little sugar and some melted butter. Ta-da our crust is ready!
The filling recipe we used was simple and straight forward - jello chocolate pudding mix, milk and Cool Whip. Now I'm not a huge fan of Cool Whip, I'd rather have real whipped cream but I'm going with the recipe. We mix the pudding and milk together. I let the girls use their cute little whisks. I then slowly and carefully folded in the Cool Whip. We poured it into the crust and set it in the refrigerator to set. The recipe said 3 hours - we let it sit for 6. Not firm enough to slice and serve
You could see the disappointment in their little faces. I said "not to worry girls I have an idea!". I had them grab some glasses from the cabinet and what do you know - Chocolate Cream Pie ....Parfait complete with the crust. Popped a little real whipped cream on top - it was delicious! They were pleased as punch to serve this up to their mom and dad.
I hope that this somehow is teaching them not to "freak out" when things don't go quite as planned. Sometimes you just have to re-imagine your plans and make the best of what you have.
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You’re one cool grandma
This brings back a memory…many many years ago, I bought a mug for my grandma ‘Of all the grandmas in the world, I got the coolest one!’
I miss my maternal grandparents very very much…
My Aran gran most mornings, when I was a child lashed me crossed the legs with freshly pulled nettles...one of my daily chores was to bring two full buckets of water from the well, because the weight was so heavy for my little arms, more than half the water would spill out.. such would lighten the task but not really in the long run, because she'd march me up again and again until I returned with two full ones.
My Connemara gran constantly nagged my mother for not putting me up for adoption....
she never stopped, always told my mother its never too late... when her nagging didn't pay off she decided just to hate me instead, when she broke my arm, my poor bones felt the pain of that witches hate.
I've since forgiven them by accepting I must of been a very bold child
Seem to me you've come from a loving caring family before you, and you've now carried it with you unto yours.... long may your family tradition continue, I've a good feeling it will
think will you ever take that trip
Anyways well past bed time here so it's a G'night from me to you