I love to cook and when it comes to searing, roasting, broiling, mixing, spicing, dicing and eating, I've come a long way. I'd say I'm even good at this point. But baking, what an elusive temptress she is. I'm awful at it. Even recipes I've successfully created before are always at risk of going horribly awry.
Take the pumpkin bourbon cheesecake I made on Thanksgiving. I've made it for other occasions and it was great. Thankgiving? Well, it tasted okay, but it looked disgusting. I think I may have purchased light cream cheese by mistake, but I'm not sure. Whatever I did, the pumpkin and cream cheese were a worse mix than the Jets & Sharks during that dance scene in West Side Story - they refused to mingle and as a result, my cheesecake looked like week-old oatmeal. Not exactly an appetizing dessert. Luckily, two of my beautiful attendees also provided post-dinner sweets. Baking is a bitch. So high & mighty with her exact instructions. Whatevs. I don't get it, and I don't like that I don't get it. I'm over you...
That's not true, I totally want to be awesome at everything related to a stove and/or oven. Next year, I want to bake Christmas cookies that make Santa bring me a gd Mercedes.
I write this blog for a couple of reasons: sympathy (let's be real, everyone loves sympathy), but mostly as warning. You see, dear friends, I'm going to master the art of baking. I will own that bitch called baking if it kills me. As a result, I'll probably be posting about burning stuff, ruining cakes, drinking wine, and crying a bit more than usual. If you have any tips, suggestions, or word of encouragement (see sympathy above), please send them my way.
Love and dough,
Mel
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