Monday, December 22, 2008

PB&J Recipe (Not as simple as you think)

Most people probably believe making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is a task easily mastered, requiring only hunger pangs and opposable thumbs. However, my long ago, first attempt at writing a recipe to correctly combine crushed nuts, squashed fruit and white bread resulted in tears, an empty stomach, and a lifelong distrust of rabbits. With the conviction I am not the only PB&J challenged individual, nut deprived, and hiding behind ham and Swiss on rye, I will share my PB&J expertise, gained from 30 more years of experience.

You will need only white bread, a jar of peanut butter, a jar of jelly, a clean butter knife, a flat surface to work on, and a bit of determination to triumph over your PB&J project. Wonder bread may be the most popular, but any brand with "unbleached" as the first ingredient will do. Skippy peanut butter is my personal favorite, but use your own discretion, remaining aware of your gooeyness tolerance. The jelly is the most important ingredient. Choosing the perfect fruit spread will make or break your entire sandwich experience, so select your jelly wisely. Do not confuse jam, preserves, or marmalade for simple jelly. The secret to jelly is that there are no extras. If you discover a lump or a seed in your jarred fruit, you have grossly erred during your shopping expedition.

Assuming the sandwich making position (fingers clean and dry, feet firmly planted, mouth slightly watering), place your two slices of bread side by side on your clean, flat surface. Don't forget to open your jars by turning the covers counter clockwise and removing them. If this isn't your first use, you may need to put some muscle into opening your jelly. Don't worry. It is permissible to run your jar upside down under warm water to loosen the cover, but if you do this, make sure the cover is tightly sealed or all your jelly will slip right down your drain when the cover falls off.

Place your jars close to, but not on, your bread. Grasp the handle of your butter knife in whichever hand you are comfortable using for projects requiring dexterity, and hold your jelly jar firmly in the middle with your other hand to keep it from sliding to the floor. While dipping your knife into the jelly jar, gently tilt the knife toward you at a 45-degree angle, then holding it as level as you can, quickly transfer the jelly to one slice of your bread. You may spread the jelly onto the bread now, or if it appears inadequate to cover the entire slice of bread at least ¼ inch deep, keep dipping and transferring until you're satisfied with the amount. Don't be stingy. When you are pleased with the quantity of your jelly, and you've spread it at least semi-evenly to the edges of your bread, you're ready to dip your knife into the peanut butter. (There have been multiple, and heated debates over using one knife to dip into both jars. Unless a little jelly-tainted peanut butter clashing with your next peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwich is a concern, live on the edge, and dip one knife into both jars.) Again, grasping your knife in the hand with the most dexterity, and holding your peanut butter jar firmly in the middle with your other hand, dip your knife into your peanut butter jar, and follow the same procedure that you did with the jelly. The peanut butter will feel heavier and stick to your knife better than your jelly did. Plop your scoop of peanut butter in the center of your second, empty piece of bread and carefully begin spreading it to the edges of your bread with your knife. If you press too hard, your peanut butter will rip a hole in your bread. This, though not catastrophic, will severely limit your ability to complete your next step. If a bread hole happens, don't fret. You may always fetch another piece of bread, and start over. Many beginners might use a whole loaf of bread before mastering this step. Once your peanut butter is spread, more or less evenly, to the edges of your second piece of bread, you're ready for the most important step.


This next step is where many amateurs make their worst mistake. Sliding your hand under your peanut butter covered piece of bread, with the peanut butter side facing up, quickly flip the peanut butter side down onto the upturned jelly side, together, so that the edges are square. This may take a bit of practice.

I labored over my first PB&J recipe for two hours. Sighing with pleasure, I handed it to the sandwich maker, sure mine would be the most perfect sandwich imaginable. My fifth grade teacher, who was not only a novice PB&J sandwich maker, but had apparently never eaten a sandwich in all her 50 years on earth, followed my directions to the letter. Because I had neglected to include this last, crucial step, things went horribly awry when she placed the peanut butter side up on top of my grape jelly laden slice of bread. I was heartbroken. Sniffling and embarrassed, I refused to eat this imperfect creation. Ever mindful of wasted food, she instructed me to break the sandwich into little pieces and put it into our classroom's pet rabbit cage. The rabbit, too, refused to eat the offending sandwich, but every ant in the building scurried to the feast. I picked up the sticky, ant-covered pieces of my disaster, for the longest 15 minutes of my life while my PB&J smeared classmates watched with interest. From that day on, peanut butter and jelly on white bread never tasted quite as sweet, but I'll happily admit to acquiring a taste for rabbit stew.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

The Only Recipe You'll Ever Need

Cooking preparation:

Necessary ingredients: One husband and a little creativity

Prepare as follows:

Week one - Char dinner each night

Week two Forget one basic ingredient at each meal

Week three Substitute complicated excuses for meals

Week four Make reservations at favorite restaurants

Week five Husband is now partially pickled and primed for basting

Sprinkle grocery lists along counter tops

Spread cookbooks open

Pinch lightly and whip only when necessary

Pepper liberally with spice

Add a dash of compliments, and a soupรงon of admiration

Stir in a smile and blend with a hug

Poke with a fork when done

Enjoy watching him cook

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

19 Ways to Get Out of Cooking

I've been called many things in my life, but the only word that truly seems to offend me is that insulting four-lettered "C" word. Cook. In order to avoid the label, it seems I've had to struggle all my life to avoid any hint of the actions or activities that would make it true; that is, cooking. Also, basting, roasting, stirring, baking, boiling, broiling, grilling, frying or any combination thereof.


Some might call my aversion to cooking a symptom of larger issues, diagnosing some sort of weird psychological disorder, or imagining that it's all my mother's fault. Some might even accuse me of being lazy. In my own defense, life is short. I'm prioritizing. Not cooking gives me more time to do things I like without the subsequent greasy pan/dirty stove punishment. Don't get me wrong. I like to eat; I just hate the whole multifarious preprocess that allows me to do so, as well as the after-process that makes me avoid the preprocess in the first place. I have a theory that it should take longer to consume and/or enjoy something than it takes to create and/or clean up after it.

As a result, I've developed 19 ways that have allowed me to (mostly) avoid cooking. Maybe they'll work for you too. You may have already tried some of them - perhaps unsuccessfully - but, as would be my advice for most things in life - never give up. There are more smoke alarm batteries where those came from. You might not always be able to avoid it, but you can certainly keep trying to avoid it.


So the first rule is, start avoiding the kitchen when you're young. I learned this basic rule from my little brother, who typically broke something every time it was his turn to do the dishes, thereby leading my mother to conclude that I was the only sibling capable of doing the dishes. Sometimes I think he got married and had kids specifically so he could continue not doing the dishes.

If you get an Easy-bake oven as a gift, exchange it for a puppy. Or high heels and a boa. It's never too early to be fashionable.

Your mother wants to bond in the kitchen. Suggest more amusing alternatives - a bikini wax, major surgery without anesthetic, or my personal favorite - pulling each other's fingernails out by the roots. [In this case, of course, the word "bond" is a verb, with a secret meaning: to teach you how to cook so she doesn't have to do it anymore.]

Go to college and live in the dorm. Not only do they prohibit cooking in your room, they feed you three meals a day so you won't have to.

Once you graduate (in 10 or 15 years, if you're really good at this), work in the food services industry. Yes, I know the pay is low, but the benefits usually include free meals. If you're really committed, become a food critic. Just because you don't like to cook doesn't mean you won't like to eat food someone else cooks for you, especially if your boss pays for it and the kitchen staff of every restaurant in town is fawning all over you.

If you're physically fit and don't mind taking orders, but don't want to keep living with your mother, join the military. They not only cook for you, they do it for free.

Get invited to dinner. And every time you're invited to dinner, bring flowers, wine and an overabundance of effusive compliments. Don't bring dessert because almost everyone's on a diet. You'll be invited back more often if you get your hosts tipsy and make them feel loved and appreciated, rather than sober, fat and guilty.

Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you're going to find yourself in the unfortunate position of food-tender. Burn everything. It's not subtle, nor is it inexpensive, but after the first five or six times, it's quite effective. (Plus, the insurance company might be willing to finance your new, smaller kitchen.)


Undercook food consistently. Since there is a way to correct this, make sure everyone is very hungry and it's very late, but not so late that all the takeout places are closed. (Have the takeout menus prominently displayed during the "cooking" process. That way, your family or dinner guests won't spend much time mad at you because they're busy arguing with each other about what to order and from where.)

Crash diet frequently. People are less likely to expect you to cook if you're less likely to eat.

Work hard at convincing people you don't know how to cook. Even if you really don't know how to cook, thanks to the political process, people are way more skeptical of facts than they used to be. Also, this is one suggestion that could backfire as it implies you are capable of learning to cook. You're not. So you'll have to convince people that you're not only unable to cook, but unable to learn, all at the same time.

Never, under any circumstances, buy cookware, even if it would look fabulous hanging from your kitchen ceiling.

Don't ever accept cookware as a gift. And, by the way, if someone is insensitive enough to give you cookware as a gift, find yourself a new friend.

Make sure your kitchen is too small and cramped to cook in and that your kitchen table is only large enough to accommodate one chair. Better yet, rent an apartment without a kitchen and save yourself the expense of a table and chair.


If your stove isn't already broken, break it. Disconnecting the burners while leaving them in place works well; a sledgehammer does too. Make sure you deplete your bank account and credit limits to the point where you can't afford to replace the stove or hire a repair man. Buying takeout every night will help.

You can own a microwave (in fact, it's a must for heating up leftover take-out), but make do with a two slice toaster. A toaster oven, though small, mimics an actual oven.

Use the parental controls to block the cooking channels on your TV. The problems with cooking shows are obvious to all but the most gullible non-cooks. Everything looks easy. Everything looks beautiful. Everything seems to smell wonderful and taste delicious. Everything is ready at the same time and at the proper temperature, served on the appropriate serve-ware. You'd never even guess that the beautiful "finished" meal is actually preserved with formaldehyde or that the spray starch that makes the food shiny and pretty also makes it tasteless and toxic. (Pretty much the same thing that happens with your meals, but you and yours don't look that pretty because you don't have a stylist and a staff of 14 to do the actual work.)


Befriend and butter up the people who think the four-lettered "C" word is a compliment. You can even marry one of them if you're looking for a long-term, monogamous cooking arrangement.

Don't buy food. A well stocked refrigerator gives people the mistaken impression that you might be able to combine all those ingredients into something edible or even tasty. The only things that you should have in your refrigerator are leftover take out, beverages, and batteries. Better yet, have something growing in there - people will avoid opening your refrigerator at all.

Maybe you're already one of the lucky ones. Maybe you're married to or living with someone who, a little bit twisted, loves to cook. If it's a spouse and you're in the 50th percentile that doesn't end in divorce, problem solved. If you're 50, however, and still living with your mom, well, chances are, you're going to outlive her. It's likely that, at some point, you're not only going to be sad, you're going to be hungry too. Start looking for a significant other before it becomes a
necessity because it's not easy finding one you like who also likes to cook.

I'll confess that's how I finally solved my problem. I married someone who likes to cook. It did, however, take many years of his trials and my errors before we discovered this not insignificant piece of information. Even though he looks like he'd rather shoot you than cook for you, he isn't at all offended by the four-lettered "C" word label. He actually enjoys cooking (and eating) on a regular basis. I plan to enjoy it as long as he does. I just hope he never leaves me for someone who likes to do the dishes.