Dear Abigail

CAUTION: content below may contain long, laborious rambling that the author assumes the reader would be interested in. (hmm) for the good stuff. (AKA contest info skip to the bottom where it says contest)

*ahem* “Hello, my name is Abigail, and I am…officially freaked out by cooking.” (Insert simultaneous “hi, Abigail” reply here) Oh cooking..or lack thereof (if your referring to my dilemma). So, here’s the deal, I swear that I was doomed from the start. It all started in 7^th grade home ec class, the beginning of my cooking journey. 

So, It was cookie baking time…A seemingly easy task right? (You’re probably gathering that the answer is no). So, here we are. Emily, myself, and my 7^th grade boyfriend (who I told my mom reminded me of a porcelain doll.) We have the eggs, flour…(Ok, I’m going to be honest here, I don’t even know what else goes in..ah!) in the mixer. So naturally the next move is to turn the blender on, so I do. The only problem was, Emily’s finger was somehow still in the mixer. (Ok, I’m officially sensing the stink eye from all of you) Before that stink eye turns into an eye roll with gasp I better quickly add that fortunately, Emily’s finger survived and the only damage that she suffered was missing the cookies and being forced to smell the aroma of the freshly baked cookies from the nurse’s office. The only damage that I suffered was a huge, swift, blow to my feminine ego. I mean after all I was a women, I was supposed to know how to cook…right? (Or at least know how to turn on a blender without killing my fellow female Allies).

So, I’m here to report, (and if you want official evidence please consult my freezer stocked with lean cuisine) that it’s all been downhill from there. I don’t know about you guys but the kitchen freaks me out! I’ve always said, (either verbally or in my head as I stare at my empty freezer with my stomach singing a rather loud opera) that I wanted to cook. But recently I decided, this was it, I need to know some basic skills. Because I’m sick of being forced to eat unhealthy food because I don’t know how to make anything. Now where to go from here is a mystery. This is where I need you guys.

So…I’ve worked out a deal.

Back story: I was shopping at Williams Sonoma (and no I wasn’t actually shopping there I was tagging along with my more domesticated and highly skilled in the kitchen sister) and I found my kind of cooking gear. It was a pancake mold of a fashionable hat, a high heel, and a purse. I thought, now that’s something that can make me excited about my new cooking extravaganza! So, I am going to try passing that excitement along to one of you who may need a little jazzing about this whole “taking on the kitchen one pie at a time” thing. Or to someone who already has the cooking bug as a token of appreciation (and jealousy) for sharing your knowledge from those of us who don’t.  Now onto the…

CONTEST

To enter the contest:

1.) http://dearabigail.net/subscribe-to-my-newsletter go here and subscribe to the newsletters so that you can be notified if you have won

2.) post a comment below. I will decide on the best comment that makes us laugh, cry, or simply think. (And the winner will go in our “comment showcase” section!) Here are some ideas of what to write about:

-          Offer  an easy and helpful recipe or share any cooking/baking advice you have

-          Shares a horror cooking story (perhaps similar to mine) that will make all of us newbie’s feel a little less alone in our rather rough Betty Crocker journey.

-          Tell us what you are going to do with the sassy pancakes (have a girls night..etc)

-          Or make us laugh, cry, or probe our little brains and make us think with your unique response to this post.

The contest officially closes on Oct. 22nd.will announce the winner on the site and will send out an email with further details. (Although you are more than welcome to post your cute and sassy replies after this date. You just won’t be entered in the contest)

I am so excited to start my cooking journey. (Well ok maybe excited isn’t the perfect word) But I am excited to journey with all of you guys so we can help each other out. Because remember…

We can’t do it alone.