Thursday, December 16, 2010
You know, come to find out, there's a reason play-dough recipes use only a cup of flour. Yah, sure, shake your head at the idiot Mama. Its so obvious, now that I mention it, but where were you five hours ago?
When the kid, he wanted to make a lot of holiday decorations. Snow mans and such. And he'd already used all of his beeswax. And we had that big bag of craft flour, just sitting there, alongside the cream of tartar from awesome Aunt Alicia...
So, thinks the brilliant six year old. Let's make a really big batch!
I love my dear friend's recipe. The stuff is sensational (thanks, Em!!!). It calls for a cup of flour. Sheesh. We want a lot. Let's try seven.
Well, seven cups of flour, plus almost four cups of salt and a whole bunch of tartar and water and oil... is really freaking hard to stir over the fire. And when it starts to get thick? Forgettaboutit.
Nevertheless. A little back strain later (and some panicky moments of lumpiness) and we have a gazillion pounds of the most luscious dough on earth, minus the bit for the North Pole, Frosty and some sea creatures... After all, what's motherhood without a little carpal tunnel?