“Adventure is in the eye of the beholder.” –Annie Andre
Before becoming an inspiree, I needed to know about the inspirer.
A Googled search listed a gaggle of Annie Andre’s.
An expat who moved to Paris, a Hallmark artist, and an administrator with a Linkedin profile to name a few.
After reading about this trio, I credited the expat with this utterance. (She moved to Paris from Canada with three children in tow. That’s an adventure to this beholder.)
Annie Andre’s words hit home . . . specifically the kitchen.
My 13 year old oven bit the dust. After a week of traversing the “repair or replace” decision making flow chart, I ordered a new oven. Going on two weeks of microwaving and pan frying recipes that didn’t involve ANY oven time, I thought there HAD to be a way of baking without an oven.
I Googled “baking without an oven” and discovered that an electric skillet with a few adjustments accomplished the task.
It had to be true since I read it on the Internet.
I’d bake Applesauce Oatie cookies for my friend, Ruth.
Goal set, I chronicled my exploits as most adventurers do . . . a regular Nelly Bly.
My Rival skillet smirked at the wok and slow cooker as I extracted it from my overcrowded appliance closet.
I nestled a grate in the skillet to raise the pan which would hold the cookies above the surface of the skillet.
A small pan lined with parchment paper and a half dozen Oaties rested on the grate.
Possessing a grate AND pan that fit in the skillet I figured I exhausted my November good luck and probably deficit spent.
December would be an unlucky month.
Setting the skillet-oven to the temperature that I would have had I a REAL oven, I crossed my fingers and optimistically set a timer 12 minutes.
No, browned cookies. Only mushy blobs.
I reset the timer for 5 minutes . . . then another 5 minutes . . . then another 5 minutes . . .
Flipping one over revealed a browned cookie-like surface. I flipped them all over setting the timer again and again and again.
Finally, the blobs somewhat resembled cookies and somewhat smelled like cookies.
Ruth, upon tasting one, commented in a polite, nonjudgemental manner.
(Ruth is my most polite and most nonjudgemental friend.)
I read on the Internet that an electric skillet may also be used to bake a cake.
That’s one “little adventure” I won’t undertake.
Ruth will be relieved.