Sub-Par Cookies and a Bee in the Kitchen

Quite why there is a giant bee in my kitchen in the middle of January is beyond me, but there it is. My longsuffering darling husband is currently trying to remedy the situation (he is under instructions not to kill the bee but I distinctly heard “well what else am I supposed to do with it?” as I walked up the stairs, having shut him in the kitchen with the bee. I doubt he took my “catch it and put it out of the window” suggestion very kindly).

The bee tops off a rather irritating past two hours in which I have tried to do something nice for M, who is on his second cold since Christmas. I said I would make him hotdogs (yes, again, but he has hardly eaten all day and he will eat those) for dinner and homemade cookies for pudding.

The cookies were a failure. My husband said they were “fine” but I am irritated for several reasons. I wanted a quick and easy biscuit recipe but didn’t really find one.  UK biscuit mind you – not helpful when US biscuit recipes pop up – but then I do say “cookie” when English people are supposed to say biscuit. I still say “trash” because “rubbish” sounds silly, which irritates my bothers no end (“you are in England now,” they protest), but I digress. The recipes all seemed to be either in U.S. cups, or involved refrigerating, or too many steps on the recipe (recipes stress me out). So I made a simple shortbread recipe from my Homemade book instead.

Here’s where my OCD kicked in. Our electric beater (cheapest one from the supermarket) has a little spot of rust on it. I decided that this may pose a risk of tenanus and so have decided to throw the whole thing out (well, take it to the small goods recycling). This means I mixed the butter and sugar first with a fork, which didn’t work, then with a silicon whisk, which bent under the pressure, then (sod it) with my hands. I mixed the flour in with my hands too so the resulting dough was not particularly soft and the resulting cookies taste a bit floury. I also burnt my hand a bit getting the jam tarts (I pressed a bit of the dough into a small cupcake tin and filled with jam) out of the oven as we don’t currently have a proper oven glove.

I think I should invest in some proper baking tools before attempting cookies again. It’s annoying though because I had a proper electric stand beater (or whatever they are called) but it, along with 90% of our worldly goods (including all of the baby stuff) got left behind when we moved countries. First world problems I know, but I miss some of my stuff, especially the stuff I can’t justify buying right now (we are allegedly on a budget – I am forever instituting new budgets and then making a mockery of them by buying stuff we “need”).

So this post finds me attempting to keep a sense of perspective yet still rather annoyed by this latest proof that I am not a domestic goddess and feeling as though I have wasted a couple of hours (and then there is the washing up!) Ah well, M just said of the cookie-biscuits “mmm… They were nice.” Mission accomplished after all then. Or after a week or two of my attempting to institute a regime of “healthy” puddings he is just glad of the sugar. Either way, I’ll take it.