Remind me one day to tell you about the time I went canoeing in central Florida with my mom, sister and Aunt. It was great. It involved mutated, blood-thirsty mosquitoes, walking waist-deep in a swamp next to alligators and a family of people who walked off the set of “Deliverance”..and never walked out of character. Let’s just say sneaking up on each other while humming “Dueling Banjos” was funny for months. Even years. It wasn’t funny at first when the fearful tears were still fresh and we were waking up at all hours of the night, scratching the worst bug bites in the world into everlasting scars. It wasn’t quite funny then. It’s funny now. But that’s a story for another day.
Rainy long weekend at the Bowman house. I may need to write a whole other blog called, “My Misadventures in Baking” but I just don’t have the time for that right now. I’d also like to write an “Undomestic Goddess” blog about how I fought with the vacuum cleaner and called it a foul word that Scarlet then repeated for two days. And about how I broke the diaper genie and drop-kicked it out of anger, much to Scarlet’s delight, and then I left it in three pieces for poor Cassidy to fix. Really, I’m sort of a joke. Except that the misadventures in baking are turning more into adventures. Really, I’m not bad for a beginner. I tried piping for the first time today and I thought it would be one of my common disasters – I try something and find my hands too shaky and my diligence too lacking and then I give up and never try it again. (cough cough…learning to drive stick shift) But that didn’t happen today! Piping worked. I’m large on ideas and somewhat large on execution, but short on experience. Cassidy is large on ideas and execution and experience. Together, we’re the Bowman Baking Team. We get covered in flour and we disagree and go our separate ways sometimes…and that just turns into an advantage.
It all started yesterday when we saw a recipe we had printed out for pizza cookies. It was a good recipe, but not quite good enough. We both saw error with the recipe and set about thinking about how we’d change things if we had written it ourselves. It required an afternoon of thought while we were doing other things. We talked about our ideas for “Cookie Pizzas.” Cassidy carried his out for dessert last night. I loved it but it wasn’t my own. I was too tired to make my own cookie pizza until today. Both taste delicious but are very different in concept. I call it “Dueling Cookie Pizzas.” Pictures were taken.
Cassidy made a half and half cookie pizza. His concept is “The Works.” On half of his pizza, he used raspberry jam as “sauce.” The other half used nutella. The “cheese” is shaved white chocolate. Then many fun candies make the toppings.
Looks like real pizza, right?
How about a slice? Yum.
In case you’re wondering, the raspberry jam side tasted better, but only by a hair.
Now for my pizza. Since I have the palate of a five-year-old and the super-tasting strength of…a superhero, I’m somewhat of a culinary idiot savant. Hey, that would also be a great blog, huh? Anyway, I can taste any chemical, any chemical breakdown, any substance in anything, and yet, I still really like frosting, whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles. You’d think I’d know better but I don’t. So I wanted to take it in that direction while still keeping the concept alive. And so. I decided to make mine a plain cheese pizza. I also used chocolate chip cookie dough for the “crust” and just made a fierce raspberry buttercream as “sauce” and shaved white chocolate as “cheese.” The raspberry buttercream was the headliner. Just a cup of butter and then eyeball whatever else you want to use – fresh raspberries, frozen raspberries or pure raspberry jam, 4-6 cups of powdered sugar, vanilla extract. It’s probably hard to mess up.
Don’t you just want to bathe in it?
Cassidy said to me last night, “The weather will be crummy tomorrow but our attitudes shall not be!” And they weren’t. Just call it making cookie pizzas out of raindrops.