
Anemone recently got her very own library card! That may not seem like such a big deal, but trust me, it is a big deal for Anemone. You see, my Anemone likes books, but in the vague sort of way in which I like turtles; she is charmed by them when she sees them, but does not go out of her way to seek them out. She's always been content to let someone check out her library books for her, much like I've always been content to let someone else catch my turtles for me.
That's all changed now. (For Anemone, that is. You won't see me catching turtles anytime soon.) With brand spankin' new library card in hand, Anemone is systematically checking out every cookbook our little library offers. This week she picked The Art and Soul of Baking by Cindy Mushet. It's a big, thick, intimidating book, but it didn't phase my baby. She dived right in and is learning very important things, like how to use the food processor and that she should always gather her ingredients before she starts baking, because Daddy gets irritated when he has to run to the store in the middle of a football game. She also learned that he is a sucker for a damsel in distress. Or maybe she knew that already.
Last night she made the Classic Lemon Bars, and learned for herself what I'd been trying to tell her all day: that lemon bars don't taste anywhere near good enough to justify all the work that goes into them. I'm not even going to post the recipe because they are made just like every other lemon bar recipe I've ever made, and they taste just like every other lemon bar I've ever tasted, which is most likely why Cindy Marsh called them "Classic" lemon bars.
My Anemone is also learning that not everyone is worthy of recipes requiring four hours, lots of money, and the washing of every dish in the house. JellyMan liked her lemon bars so much that he said, "Anemone, will you please make these for my next cast party?"
Anemone replied, "No, your drama people aren't worth lemon bars. But I'll make them cookies."
That's my girl.