Now to bgin with I wasn't baptised with water, fire or the holy spirit. No, I was totally immersed by Home Farm Girl's smooth manipulation to get me to do something for her that I had never done before.
I've been baptised before. When we lived in an isolated Arctic community we had to bake our own bread because there was no store there. One Saturday morning she had just started a batch of bread when someone came asking for her service as she was a nurse in the community. So she asked me to continue with the bread making process. Now I had never had any experience with bread other than eating it. She promised me she'd only be a few minutes and she'd be back. I was to stir the dough and add flour. Just keep on doing it until I get back," she said. You can guess what happened next. She was away for quite a while and I was dedicated and kept on doing what I was told. By the time she got back I had mixed an enormous amount of flour into the mixture. She claims it's the best bread she ever made.
This morning I was immersed in making ginger carrot soup. Home Farm Girl had recently been to a business which was holding a customer appreciation day. One of the many things she liked was ginger carrot soup and she came home with the recipe from the caterer. So this morning she was going to a presentation at the health unit and she thought the carrot soup just had to be made today. So between her manipulative ways and my gullibility I said yes. So off she went and left me on my own. Now I like cooking and do quite a bit on my own. But this recipe was a way out of my comfort zone. First of all everything was by weight and we don't have a little scale. There were other things that had to be done by chance as the recipe had missed directions.
So I got what I thought was five pounds of carrots. I had been instructed to do just half the recipe so all measurements had to be halved. Needless to say, I had to puzzle my puzzler and interpret things as I went along. I was to make a roux! Now I had never heard of a roux in my entire seventy-two years. So you see that I was really immersed and why I refer to it as a baptism. The roux was amazing although a little scary. A roux is a mixture of butter and flour which is used as a thickener for the soup.
So after two and a half hours of great stress I finally completed the soup just in time for Home Farm Girl to come home and eat it. I was worried because I had to make numerous adaptations to the recipe. She thought the soup was great and almost as good as what she had from the caterer.
After I completed this ordeal I said, "This would make a good blog post!" Then I thought. Oops I forgot my camera to show all the steps I went through. Some day I might just think ahead.
Now this isn't the last time I'm going to be baptised because I'll never catch on to the treachery of Home Farm Girl!
