I have not always been a fan of crafts and baking. I used to look at it as silly and somehow old fashioned. Like those 50's ads for Sears marketing the latest and greatest kitchen appliance. The women are usually in dresses, with their make-up on, hair up, aprons on... and basically not anything like me. Now, as I have come to love and value my role and job at home, I have come to find a inner satisfaction from a project accomplished. For example, sewing takes a bit of thought, precision, course of action, and eventually accomplishment. The outcome is usually what brings me the most happiness. To show off, even to myself, or this blog something that I did. Something that made me feel like I am of some value beyond my physical two hands and presence. Baking can also bring me this same sense of accomplishment. I love tasting something that has real flavor, something not really expected, but delicious. Most of all, I love knowing that I did it. That I found the time, the energy, and the ability to create some new masterpiece to be shared with someone, anyone really.
So, today, during a moment when I needed some savory compensation, I found
Barefoot Contessa whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Out came my favorite kitchen toy ever.
All with the hope that this
Pumpkin Roulade would turn out as divine as she is describing, and maybe give Pumpkin Pie a bit of competition. I can't wait for tonight, and for Thanksgiving. I have only barely tasted this, and plan on drizzling the top with caramel and a few toffee bits that I decided to add to the filling. The bad thing is, I don't want this in the house for long. I don't need it, but it sure does feel good to feel completely adequate for a few moments. I just hope that the boys (all 3 of mine) light up when this comes out after the main course of dried ol leftovers.
With all the joy this brought me today, really...these two make MY life have value and purpose beyond any cake, cookie, dinner, or craft ever created.
