Made From Scratch
(Playing
~ "Dizzy Fingers")
My mother never let me do much in the
kitchen except things like making vegetable salad or stirring the
gravy so
it wouldnt be lumpy. As a result, my cooking knowledge and
ability was practically non-existent when I got married.
But I did remember Mother mentioning to her many friends that shed
made certain cakes, pies and such from scratch.
So, my first priority after the honeymoon was to locate some
scratch.
With Mothers delicious cakes in mind,
my first trip to the supermarket was to buy some scratch. I found
the aisle
that read "baking items" and spent a good 15 minutes
looking at everything from Mazola oil to cornstarch,
sugar, flour and chocolate, but no signs of scratch could I see.
I was sure it couldnt be with pickles and
mayonnaise or in the meat department.
I asked a clerk if they carried scratch. He
looked at me rather oddly and finally said, "Oh, youll
have to go
to the store at the corner of Colfax and Wadsworth." When I
got there, it turned out to be a feed store.
I thought this rather odd, but I guess cakes are food, so I went
in and said, "Id like to buy some scratch." When
the
clerk asked me how much I wanted, I suggested a pound or two. His
reply was "How many chickens do you have;
it only comes in 20 pound bags." I really didnt
understand why he mentioned chickens, but I had heard my mother
say
that shed made some chicken casserole from scratch, so I
bought 20 pounds and hurried on home.
My next problem was to find a recipe calling
for scratch. I went through every single page of my lovely
Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook given me as a wedding
present, but didnt find even one recipe
requiring scratch. Subsequently, I spent hours in the nearby
library trying to end my search. No luck.
There I was with 20 pounds of scratch and no recipe.
When I had opened the bag of scratch, I had some doubts
that a beautiful, fluffy, moist cake
could ever result from such hard-looking ingredients, but then I
was sure that with the addition of liquids
and the use of heat, the results would be successful. I had no
need or desire to mention my problems to
my husband as he had suggested very early in our marriage that he
liked to cook and would gladly take over
that department. One day when I was raving about his chocolate
pie, he proudly acknowledged that he had made it
from scratch, so I was assured that it could be done.
Now, as many of you know, being a new bride
is pretty scary, especially when three meals a day are on your
mind
all the time. During the first week I learned that our muffins,
waffles, pancakes, pies, cakes, and even lemon pudding,
he had made from scratch. Well, if hed made all those
things from scratch, I was sure hed bought 20 pounds of it,
too,
but couldnt find where he stored it. I checked my own
supply, which I kept hidden in the bedroom closet
behind all my clothes, but it was still full.
The mystery continued, but I was never one
to give up or reveal my problems. The biggest jolt came one day
when I heard a friend bragging to my husband that hed built
his house, himself, from scratch. In quick succession
I heard via numerous acquaintances that theyd made dresses,
Halloween costumes, even jackets from scratch,
in addition to their numerous desserts and pastries.
At this point, I was almost ready to give up
because the entire world seemed to know everything about scratch
except me. But pride kept me silent. If paper can be made from
wood and glue from horses hoofs, maybe wood
or cloth could be made from scratch.
By now, the detective in me was getting
weary, so I decided to try
a different approach.
One day when my husband was doing nothing in particular, I said,
"Honey, I wish youd teach me how
to bake a cake." He got out the flour, sugar, eggs, milk,
shortening, chocolate and baking soda but there was
no sign of scratch. I watched him carefully blend it all
together, pour it into a pan, then put it in the oven
to bake. An hour later, when we were eating the cake, h
"Honey, why dont we raise a few chickens?"
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