A kitchen chimp, I have never claimed to be.
Yesterday, my oldest son competed a set of very intense exams and I wanted to do something special for him. But what could I do? Like most kids not living in a third world country, he has most everything he could ever want.
And then it came to me…food! Ah, yes, food. He’s a guy. He’s a teen. It’s perfect! The problem is, I can’t cook. Alright, I can cook, but not like a chef, you know? I couldn’t come up with something special enough. Not something that was; I just finished a Physics, Pre-Calc, Programming and English exam, worthy.
And then I realized I didn’t have to cook, I could create instead. He loves the Rocky Road bars from Blenz. He’s slightly addicted to them but doesn’t get them nearly often enough being that his mother is a Starbucks kinda girl.
As I searched the ‘net for a recipes, (yes, I actually had to look for recipes for Rocky Road) I began to see that there are many versions of what I thought would be a simple endeavor, even for me.
My brain started ticking (it does do that sometimes) and I decided to make my own concoction. Yay me!
Those of you who don’t know me are reading on in wonderment, amazed that I have survived this long, with three kids mind you, possessing such feeble culinary abilities, and those of you that do know me, have signed off, bored with reading what is common knowledge.
I’ve only ever owned one apron. It was a long ago Christmas present from a friend who loves herself just enough to be totally awesome and is, by the way, a fantastic cook. It has a caricature type image of her on the front and says; “I mean really! What did she expect? Did she actually think the surgeon would agree to make her look just like Jennifer? Everyone knows you can’t just replicate that kind of breathless beauty!”
I swear I couldn’t make that up if I tried. I now use it for cutting my husband’s hair.
So, I donned my new, still tagged apron and melted half a kilo of semi-sweet chocolate chips in a glass mixing bowl atop a pot of bubbling water, added five scoops, okay maybe half a jar of creamy peanut butter, a few handfuls of extra smashed walnuts and many…many tiny, fluffy marshmallows.
The one point where I believed, not surprisingly, that I had screwed it up was when I chose to sheepishly add some condensed milk. I admit I knew it was risky, but went ahead anyway. If you don’t know already, and you probably do, that shizzle brings melted chocolate to a halt. What is that about? To fix it, and I figured this out all by my lonesome, I poured in some regular milk. It took several minutes of sweat ‘n’ stir but gradually the mixture returned to its flowy, Wonka river-like state. Whew!
My son was thrilled and I don’t think it was just about the Rocky Road. Sometimes it’s really just the simple things.
I’m smiling.
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That was great. A good Mom with a good sense of humor. You have a lucky kid.
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If I didn’t have a sense of humor I’d dry up alongside the condensed milk. ;0) Thank you for the comment and the follow!
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I’m not good in the kitchen but I’m so trying this recipe! 😉 What a great mum you are 😀
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Ha ha, Dianne! Then it’s perfect for you! 😉 I’d forget the condensed milk next time, add more walnuts for texture and don’t forget to chill for at least two hours. Warning though: DANGEROUSLY NOT JUST FOR KIDS!
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You are definitely a great Mum Hazy, but how come I didn’t get to taste?? Just sayin!!
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LOL…snooze you lose. Gee, the one day you didn’t come to work! ;0)
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Ha ha 🙂
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You had me on pins and needles hoping it worked out!!!!!! And by the way, your bff Jennifer sounds absolutely fab-u-lous!!!!!!!
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Oh, she’s pretty darn Jentertaining!! I wonder what she’ll buy me next…. ❤
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