I’ve been working on converting our family tree for my grandma for, oh, the past year and a half or so.
Here’s the thing, I love my grandma. I do. She’s a tough old broad, but quite lovable in her own way. So I’m happy to do it for her. Also, she did float me some money my junior year of college when I misused some of my student loan funds and needed a little extra cash for books. But I’m mostly doing it because I love her.
And I must really love her because deciphering her handwriting – and her spelling – can be quite maddening. As is her stubborness and inability to listen to reason and facts. At least I know where I get it, right?
You see, I purchased a membership to Ancestry.com to help me fill in the gaps and verify her information, however, I cancelled it after two weeks because she refused to believe that her father was born in Russia, not Germany. I mean, I had the man’s signed immigration papers that clearly said he was born in Russia, then his family moved to Germany, and then immigrated to the United States. Rubbish! Someone in our family born in Russia? Impossible! We’re GERMAN.
Also, when I came along a distant family member’s birthday recorded as what appeared to be February 30th, I asked my grandma if she had meant for it to be either February 3rd or maybe the 29th?
“Don’t be ridiculous! It says right there, clear as day the 30th!”
“I know, Grandma. But there is no February 30th.”
“Of course there is! He was born in a leap year.”
I stopped the debate right there and promptly entered my relative from the late 1800′s birthday as February 30th. Some things simply aren’t worth fighting over.
Speaking of being stubborn and headstrong, guess who thought they could make lemon bars in a casserole dish?
Yeah, that would be me.
I’ve been meaning to get an 8×8 baking pan for, oh, about as long as I’ve been working on the family tree for my grandma. Unfortunately, I haven’t gotten around to it. But I did get a beautiful new 10×10 casserole dish for Christmas which I haven’t broken in yet, so I figured since I’m such an awesome baker (that’s some heavy, heavy sarcasm) I could make it work for lemon bars.
Amazingly, they didn’t turn out too bad.
Super sweet and gooey.
I’ve already eaten two of these. Okay, two and half. I’ve always been a huge fan of anything lemon and lemon bars are at the top of my list.
I used this recipe from For the Love of Cooking, but tweaked the measurements a little to try to make my crust a little larger for my 10×10 pan. The crust turned out a little too thick, due to my alterations and it took almost twice as long for it to cook due to my choice of baking pans.
But I’m confident once I finally remember to buy myself an 8×8 baking pan things will go more smoothly. As long as I remember when it comes to baking, I need to follow the rules. Even if I feel like they don’t apply to me. I might need a gentle reminder when that time does come, though. As you can see, stubborness runs in my family.