“…Scuba scuba, scuby-dooby-dooba….”
If you don’t understand the reference, that’s alright, I will explain in detail another day, because its a long story.
If you do understand the reference, good for you! This has nothing to do with that, other than my brain.
What it does have to do with is my love for fruit, specifically blueberries, and my desire to start cooking.
There were lots of blueberries. I was at my mother’s house dog sitting. And I needed to feed myself.
Blueberry muffins. Easy. Done.
And on my pinterest, which until recently had over 6,000 pins……..oops…….., I found a recipe for Blueberry Balsamic Pork Chops. By Barry Parsons, on Rock Recipes.com
The reason I went with Blueberry Balsamic Pork Chops for my first attempt at cooking? I was at the small grocery store there was a pack of two pork chops, so just enough to provide me with dinner and one lunch, because I hate leftovers.
And well, it wasn’t bad. But it also wasn’t super great.
But I had fun.
Cooking anything in oil, scares the hell out of me. I do not particularly care for anything that is hot. Fire, ovens, stoves, toaster-ovens.
But I made the attempt and I did it.
So I simply found a way around by using an oven mitt and waiting until the oil stopped popping (by taking it off the heat). Because I was cooking chicken…..I mean, I am a chicken.
All was going fairly well, but then I didn’t drain the oil out of the pan before putting in the blueberries and the sauce ingredients.
Like I’ve alluded……I’m not so good at this cooking thing. But! Lesson learned.
And so, it didn’t turn out terrible! The sauce was a little runny (and oily) but paired with some microwavable edamame, it was actually fairly tasty.
Then I spent some time making blueberry muffins.
Boxed blueberry muffins were something I loved all the time as a kid.
In the process of baking, I was required to open the very tiny, yet unopened container of milk, and pour. Hence, I immediately spilled milk.
Fortunately instead of crying, I laughed. A few months ago, I was babysitting my niece and she asked for juice. She came in to the room carrying an unopened container of juice, saying she couldn’t pour a cup because it was new and she would spill. I laughed at her and told her it doesn’t get easier.
And then you end up with some absolutely delicious blueberry muffins.
Thanks for reading to the end of the first installment in Emily’s cooking and baking journey. So far it has proved to be quite an interesting challenge.
I hope you have a wonderful week!
Until next time,