There is this great blog called Gluten-Free Girl and the Chef. The "girl" is Gluten-Free like me! Well, on Twitter today, she challenged her followers to blog about the first thing they ever cooked as a kid. I said, "Biscuit Pizza's" but now that I truly think about it, it was something else entirely. I was five or six and alone with a baby-sitter. The Biscuit Pizza story was so interesting in my head as I wrote it. Now, I have to start over.
My brother, Andrew, was a baby. So, my parents, desperate for a night out, left us with our baby-sitter who shall remain nameless (fairly certain we are facebook friends). I decided that I was going to make a cake as a welcome home gift for my parents. Who knows where the sitter was. I got to work! I broke out my mom's "Better Homes & Gardens" red and white gingham cookbook (she still has it by the way) and chose what I thought would be the yummiest treat: Lemon Pudding Cake. I set my first grade self to work reading the ingredients, pretending how to measure, and making a masterpiece. I remember the baby-sitter coming in at some point. I think we baked it. The only thing I can remember is the taste. Oh my word was it bad. It tasted like pure salt! It was the grossest concoction known to man. I also remember the mess. It looked like a bomb exploded in the kitchen...just in time for mom and dad to waltz through the door.
Out of curiosity, I just went and pulled my own BH&G off of the counter. No Lemon Pudding Cake to be found. Maybe my version wasn't so bad after all. Maybe that cake was a bomb.