An Interesting Taste

"Gemma-Rose, I brought home some bananas from the shop so you can cook a new recipe I found," Mum said, handing me a piece of paper with a recipe written on it.

I read the recipe, then read it again. But how ever much I read the recipe it still clearly stated that I was supposed to put peanut butter and bananas in the same batch of biscuits, which I thought was strange. Would it taste weird?

"Er, Mum," I said uncertainly, "are you sure that I am supposed to put peanut butter and bananas into the same biscuits?"

Mum nodded, undaunted by the fact.

 As Mum and the recipe had quite clearly decided that I was going to make this batch of biscuits with that strange combination, I plodded off to the kitchen to start cooking.

I grabbed the bunch of bananas, a packet of oats, the peanut butter and with much reluctance, put the chocolate on the kitchen bench without so much as taking a tiny nibble. Then I set to work chopping, measuring, mashing and stirring. A few minutes later a batch of unusual looking biscuits where thrown into the oven and I, feeling quite proud of  myself  and the biscuits despite the contents, started to clean up the kitchen.

 "Mum, have they cooked for long enough?" I asked, peering through Mum's bedroom door.

"Not yet," answered Mum who had her eyes stuck to the screen of her computer, so clearly she wasn't paying much attention to me.

A few minutes later I was back. "Mum, should I take the biscuits out yet?" I asked anxiously.

"You should leave them in for a couple more minutes yet."

I poked my head round the door again. "Mum, are you certain they aren't burning?"

"Yes, I am quite certain. Go sit down for a few minutes and stop worrying," Mum said determinedly.

I slunk out of Mum's bedroom and sat down at the table with a good book.

"Gemma-Rose, they can come out now," called Mum.

I jerked my head out of my book and sprinted for the kitchen, questions bubbling up in my head.

"What if they were burnt?"

"If they were, would I have to make more?"`

"Would I get in trouble for burning them?"

"No I wouldn't get in trouble because I had asked Mum to tell me when they were done, hadn't I?"

I opened the oven door, and  inside were some biscuits that weren't burnt at all. "What was I worrying about?" I asked myself.

"Mum, the biscuits still look squishy," I said, as I raced into Mum's bedroom.

"That is probably just the banana," Mum reassured.

The next day Mum asked, "Can I have one of your wonderful biscuits?"

I opened the lid of the container and placed one of the biscuits onto a plate. "Here you go, Mum," I said placing the plate on the table. Then I found myself a biscuit and sat down to eat.

"Interesting taste," Mum commented.

I bit into my own biscuit and had  to agree it was an interesting flavour.

"Sophie, what do you think of my biscuits?" I asked.

"Interesting," Sophie answered.

I thought about the peanut butter and bananas I had put in them, and decided that even with those odd ingredients, they had turned out well.

If you want to brave the peanut butter and banana combination......

3 ripe bananas
1 cup of quick oats
Half a cup of chopped up dark chocolate
1 heaped dessertspoon of peanut butter

Mash up the three bananas in a bowl and add the oats.

Chop up the dark chocolate and put it in the bowl.

Take a dessertspoon and heap it with peanut butter, then plop it into the bowl.

Mix all together and then make small balls and place them on a tray lined with baking paper.

Cook for 15 minutes at 180 degrees C

Lots of Scones

On Sunday I decided to make scones so I sought out a very big and very, very old book and flicked to the dough covered page and checked that we had all the ingredients.

"Sieve the flour into the bowl, then rub in the butter,"I mumbled to myself as I checked the book.

I cut the dough into pieces and put them on the tray hoping that I had remembered all the ingredients.

 While I waited for the tray of scones to cook, I decided to make another batch.

I plodded back to the kitchen counter and threw more flour, butter, and milk in.

"Now for the parsley and cheese," I announced. I looked on top of the counter, then I moved aside an empty flour bag, but the parsley and cheese weren't there! After awhile of searching it became evident that the two ingredients weren't anywhere on the counter.

I flew to the oven and peered through the door at some big white scones.

"Silly me, how could I have forgotten to put the cheese and parsley in the first batch of scones?" I chided myself. Grabbing the cheese fiercely, I started grating it to add to the second batch and finished making the scones.

Finally I wiped down the kitchen counter and rescued the second batch of scones from the oven. Finished.

"Mum, I made two batches of scones. One has parsley and cheese and the other doesn't," I said in an apologetic tone of voice. 

"YUMMY," Mum shouted. 

I grabbed a plate, cut a chunk of butter and a scone and arranged it all on a plate to be presented to Mum. 

Today I decided to make more scones but this time I was determined not to forget the cheese and parsley. It all went well and now we have HEAPS of of scones.

Cooking On My Own

Mum had a new cookbook: The Aldi Cookbook. She said, "Girls, go and choose a few recipes to cook."

So we looked in the cookbook. Imogen read out the dinner names. We all chose two recipes. I chose "Cream of Chicken Drumstick" and "Spaghetti with Ham and Mushrooms."

Mum, Charlotte and I went to Aldi to get all the ingredients we needed for our new dinners.

The next day it was my turn to cook. I was going to cook "Spaghetti with Ham and Mushrooms."

Imogen supervised, and read out the instructions.

I cut the ham up with a sharp knife. Then I cut up the mushrooms. I mixed some things together. Then I cut up the onion. It made my eyes water a little bit. I cooked the ham and the mushrooms and the onion on the stove. Charlotte cooked the spaghetti of me.

When the spaghetti was cooked Charlotte drained it. Then we added cream, cheese, eggs, the ham, mushrooms, and onion. Imogen stirred it together for me.

Then we had dinner. Imogen put the food on plates and I carried it to the table. Everyone loved it. We decided we had to have it again.

I really enjoyed cooking by myself because I got to do everything myself. I want to cook more on my own.

Making Muffins

Yesterday Sophie and me made muffins. We got our packet mix muffins out of the pantry. Mine were chocolate and caramel muffins. Sophie's were Apple and Cinnamon. I got to crack my own egg into the bowl. I don't normally do that, only when I'm making packet mixes. Charlotte had to help me measure the water. Then I stirred the ingredients together.

Sophie made her muffins at the same time. She did it all on her own. Then we put them in the muffin tins.Charlotte put them in the oven because I'm not allowed to do that. While the muffins cooked, we got to lick out the bowls. I shared my bowl with Charlotte. It tasted really nice. I love licking out bowls.

Then we cleaned up the kitchen while the muffins were still cooking. I liked cleaning up with Sophie. It was fun. Charlotte took the muffins out of the oven. The muffins smelt really nice. Sophie's smelt the strongest.
We ate them for afternoon tea.

I like cooking on my own because I get to do everything myself. When I cook with my sisters, I don't get to do things like crack the eggs. But I still get to lick out the bowls. Yum!