Wednesday, April 30, 2008

My Work Is Nearly Finished!

My diabolical plan is succeeding.
Cranky is becoming a great cook, and all I had to do was be brave and let him fool around in the kitchen.
It was funny, actually, the number of times he popped out and asked me, ensconced in my easy chair with a New Yorker magazine, whether, what, and how he should be doing this or that.
"Oh," I purred. "However it seems right. That would probably do."
I felt brave, letting him be brave.
Yesterday's lunch was a deep, rich French onion soup. There are plenty of recipes for onion soup, so he just familiarized himself with one, and let 'er rip.
We had all the ingredients on hand (mostly local) and they really wanted to be cooked and et. The best part was the homegrown spring onions, unbelievably moist and tender and sweet; some cooking recalculation was required to cope with their baby-soft texture, and Cranky did fine.
Oh, but he was a hopping fool. Skittering out of the kitchen, asking my advice, coping with my utter detachment.
His best move was deciding not to cover the soup bowls with bread and mounds of cheese, which just seals the broth in a rubbery, broiled sarcophagus, making the soup too hot to eat. Instead, he toasted some bread, melted a little cheese over it, and laid the cheesy (but not-too-cheesy) toast into the bowls.
And later, he brought me some chocolate for dessert.
World domination, I tell you.
Bwa-ha-ha-ha!

19 comments:

Kalyn said...

Go Cranky! The soup looks great!

Dagny said...

I need to stay on your good side because yes, you are probably headed for world domination.

Chilebrown said...

Are you going to the Market in the morning? There is a Vendor that is from the the Sebastapol Area that sells Apples and Hot Sauce. Would you,Could you, please pick me up some Hot Sauce. He has Green and sometimes Red. I can trade you something.
I have to go to Oakland to pick up a Pork Roast (Berkshire)for Dr.Biggles and Myself.

cook eat FRET said...

hey can i get in on the food swap? whatcha want from nashville...?

i kid
i kid

Era said...

Ahahahaha! You crack me up.

Anna Haight said...

Looks great! Go Cranky go!

ChrisB said...

I must introduce cranky to embee in the hope some of his skills will rub off!

pea said...

yay cranky!

Sam said...

When Cranky starts giving lessons please tell him to call up Fred and enlist him in beginners 1.0. Fred gets on with Embee rather well, so he could get them both over and done with at once.

kudzu said...

How cool. (Of course I would never expect less from a cavalier who went in search of lost sunglasses.) Cranky is well on his way to accomplishments in the kitchen while you can delight in helping him find his way. The fact that he so seems to enjoy all this makes it a very good story to read! This is just one more example of that enviable relationship.

dancingmorganmouse said...

I am WAY too much of a fusspot and control freak to let Mr Brown loose on the kitchen. I don't even like the way he chops up the veggies for goodness sake! I should though, more reading time for me ifin I did.

El said...

Sometimes, you have to stand back. Way back. On your butt with the New Yorker in your lap sounds about the right distance! And really: how bad can it be? Inedible? Highly unlikely.

That said, I don't let my husband in the kitchen.

Zoomie said...

Know what you mean about being brave by staying the heck out of the kitchen. When My Beloved cooks, I have to stay out or I start making suggestions, then "helping" and before you know it, he's in the living room with the New Yorker!

Kevin said...

Grin!

liberal foodie said...

congratulations. you've accomplished a lot. I hope to reach your heights, soon.

cookiecrumb said...

Hey, All: This sounds so stupidly sexist. (It's not. I "vetted" him for cooking skills when we first met, and he passed. I also decided, the first year, that I would never freak out if he cut vegetables differently from the way I would.) But for the longest time I got all twitchy when Cranky went into the kitchen without me.
Only in the past few years -- and Cranky told me today he equates this with the lifespan of my blog -- has he tightened up his skills to the point that he's brave and trustworthy. 'Cuz he knows I'm going to write about it if he blows it.
Bwa-ha-ha-ha!

namastenancy said...

Ah HA! Your plans for world domination are revealed to all. First Mr. Cranky, then Marin County, then California, the country and the universe.
But if we all learn to cook like you, that's maybe not such a bad fate.

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Barbara said...

Lucky you.I cannot get my husband to cook. I'm pleased my boys can though.