August 15, 2012 is Julia Child’s 100th birthday. Happy birthday, girl!
In honor of the culinary world’s master maven, PBS and KLRN asked, “What would you cook for Julia?” They were, I believe, asking viewers to submit clever videos of themselves preparing recipes that Julia Child created.
My answer to the question is: I would cook nothing for Julia. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
Because, although I love food and I’m one of the #foodiemamas, I can’t cook (Yes, I’ve tried. Disastrous results. Eating is my forte, not cooking.). But, on occasion, I (try to) bake, especially during the Winter months when I’m feeling all mama hen and such.
I thought Julia’s birthday would be a good opportunity to bake cupcakes from scratch with my kids because I’m sure Julia would at least give us an A+ for effort. And who doesn’t like a good cupcake?
Studies show that kids who learn to cook generally don’t grow up to be obese because they’ve developed healthy cooking and eating skills. Thankfully, my husband teaches our kids how to cook all the time. I’m not sure what studies say about kids whose moms teach them to bake cupcakes. Probably something about diabetes and blah, blah, blah. But…cupcakes! Let’s begin:
My kids thought adding food coloring to the cupcakes would make them even more special. Blue was their selected color. And nothing gets kids more excited than working the hand blender. Wait. Mixer? I don’t know what it’s called. But I–ahem, I mean, they–loved playing with it to mix the batter.
Into the oven, mighty cupcakes!
Wow. We made those. Aren’t they, um, tantalizing? BLUE cupcakes, people. Cookie Monster would be proud.
Then, we got really daring and decided to make frosting from scratch too. And we colored it pink! So now our cupcakes would represent the universal and stereotypical colors of boys and girls. Awesome. Um. Not really. Carry on!
But, what you want to know (or, really, what JULIA would want to know) is: Do they taste good?
The recipes we used included more than two cups of sugar combined. So, heck ya! They were good. Until we ate too many of them. And then they were kind of icky. And we fell into sugar comas. Which is kinda frowned upon in the parenting manuals.
But, Julia would have been proud. I think. Or, maybe she would have driven us to Bird Bakery to remind us where real cupcakes are born.