nesting kicks in

hubby cutting home-made pizza, with the kidlet looking on in the background

baby-time is getting closer and closer. 2-6 weeks till i get to meet the sprog. and im nesting.

its kicking in in interesting ways. cleaning mostly, and the urge to paint... (which im not going to do because paint fumes make me feel ill even when im not pregnant.) but also the cooking. we had pizza for dinner tonight. i use a recipe found here, modified a little. (i love this recipe. its quick, its tasty, and it doesnt involve hours of rising time. mix and go!) i like my pizza thin, hubby likes his thick, but not as thick as one recipe of this, so i make one and a bit recipes and split it off-centre. also take a little bit off to make a mini-pizza for the kid, since he likes to have his own.

actually, critterbug is very helpful. he enjoys kneading dough, so i let him knead his own pizza, and he helps me roll them out. sometimes he even puts his own toppings on.

the nesting instinct kicked in while i was preparing the dough. once the dough is made, the pizza really doesnt take that long to make. chuck stuff on top, bake for 16 minutes. but MAKING the dough can take a while.

so i made extra. i baked it for about 7 minutes, till it juuuuuuuuuuust started to look cooked-ish, and when it had cooled down, i wrapped it in cling-film and stuck it in the freezer. next time we want pizza, all we have to do is take it out, add toppings, and bake. start with a cold oven so it thaws as it goes.

what im figuring however is NOT to use this next time. next time we have pizza ill make a double batch again, and freeze the extra again. it really doesnt take much extra time, and when we need something quick after the baby's born, tada!!

nesting instincts for the win.

cheeeeeeeeeeesecake

my husband brags about my cooking at work. he enjoys making the other men drool, i think*. it sounds like their wives either: arent good cooks; have no time to cook; hate cooking, because they all started salivating at the idea of home-baked bread, or a roast in the middle of the week for no reason other that 'i felt like cooking a roast', rather than on the weekend, because roasts happen on weekends. or coming home to the smell of cookies just finishing in the oven.

anyway, he's told them about the cheesecake i make, and they all said how good it sounded, so i made one last night for him to take in today. apparently everyone loved it. theres none left, at least. he even gave a piece to a customer who was there when they cut it, and he wolfed it down.

yay.

thing about the cheesecake is, im a bit curious about the recipe.

my mum got me a 3 year subscription to better homes and gardens magazine a couple christmases ago, and i watch it nearly every week, and thats where i got the recipe from. but they keep changing it. the recipe i use, which i either got from the magazine, or wrote down from the tv show - cant remember now - has 3 tubs of cream cheese and 8 eggs (there is nooooooooo way my kid is going near this cake. not until someone proves hes not allergic to eggs anymore), but the recipe on the website has 14 eggs. and i saw it somewhere else BHG related, with 4 tubs of cream cheese, and 8 eggs. i dont understand why though. all the other ingredients are exactly the same.

i always make it with 3 tubs, and 8 eggs. it comes out great, although i have to turn up the heat in the oven and cook it for longer than it says. so i dont understand the recipe change. why sometimes an extra 6 eggs? why sometimes a third more cheese?

maybe one day i'll understand... or maybe i'll just keep making it my way and putting a grin on my husband's face.






*there is also a girl in her early 20s who works there and called me a slave when hubby mentioned me making bread. i dont like her much. i ENJOY cooking, i ENJOY making my husband happy, and i prefer the taste of my bread to storebought. what about that makes me a slave?