Since this is my first entry in my new Baked By The Other Melissa series, I’ve decided to provide you with a bit of a back story in the kitchen.
I grew up in a household that didn’t really cook or bake – my mom’s idea of baking included cutting up pre-made cookie dough and making brownies from the box. I’m not complaining, these were obviously still delicious. However, I was unaware of how things were really made. That is, until I went to college and discovered making things from scratch. My days of fast food and pillsbury were over! Or so I thought.
I flirted with the idea of baking throughout those years and a bit after, but never quite took it seriously. That, and uh, I almost burned the house down making a funnel cake once. I was a bit discouraged, because I didn’t even know half the terminology. How could I, when the only cooking terms I’ve heard in my house were “Call Domino’s!” or “Just add water!” (I’m exaggerating a bit – my mom cooked some meals, but nothing that crazy). So, I kind of took a step back and only cooked the most simple of things.
Ever since I moved to New York, however, I’ve decided to give it another shot. I’ve learned a few things from my friends, the internet and by trial and error. I’ve attempted many meals, cookies, pies, fudge and breads – mostly on the simple front – and a good chunk of them have turned out successful! Pretty much every item I’ve attempted I had no prior experience with. I must secretly be a genius because my first omelet was PERFECT. Seriously.
Well, the other day I visited a French bakery and absolutely fell in love with all the treats – they way they looked and the way they tasted. I probably dropped about $40, and could have easily spent more. So, naturally when I find something I get obsessed with, I decided that I should also try more serious baking. Coincidentally, my mom randomly brought up the movie Julie and Julia later that day (which is about this girl blogger who cooks her way through Julia Childs’ French cookbook) and knew it was kismet that I give baking a real try.
So, I sat down, watched the movie, ordered a few books and began studying.
These next few years (or blogposts) will be my attempt at learning to bake and cook from scratch – with no prior training or hand-me-down tips from relatives. The boy and I have also incorporated cooking one new meal every Saturday night, so he’s partaking a bit in this adventure with me. Wish me luck!