If I could swap spots with one person these days, it would be the Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond. With her sassy mom tops and awesome cowboy boots right down to her basset hounds and cowboy lifestyle, I feel certain I could work my deep Texas roots enough to fit in on her sprawling Oklahoma ranch.
The moment I would be found out as a decoy would be when dinner was served up. I just can't cook worth a flip. So I've engaged other parties to try and figger it out for me, namely my daughter.
Yes, as part of more prescribed summer fun, Madeleine is planning to cook her way through (mostly) Pioneer Woman recipes. And sure enough, in the last five days, she's made blackberry cobbler, French bread pizzas, homemade pasta, banana bread, and the most heavenly au gratin potatoes.
In loyal support of her efforts, I have regretfully and with great difficulty set aside my tedious low carb diet to sample these delicacies.
The cobbler was so delicious and devoured by everyone from dad to baby that the next day I decided to try my hand at the same recipe. What I churned out had too few blueberries, too much lumpy dough, and burned a little on top. Yech.
|Rolling out homemade pasta while sporting the apron she sewed a few years back?|
Maybe someone should start her own blog.
This Pioneer-Woman-wanna-be might have come up with her best summer idea ever: a cooking understudy. Next up: Croissant French Toast Bake.
So much for low carb.....time to shop for a sassy swimsuit coverup instead?