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valkryorI'll tell you one thing for free: no one ever complains when you say you're going to bake something.
Well, if you're halfway decent, that is. If you're terrible and you come *this close* to blowing up the kitchen when you try, then okay, there should be a complaint. If only for the health and safety of the baker.
I'm halfway decent. It sounds like a humblebrag, but it's not, as there are still things I can still fuck up. Exhibit A: the Kanelbullar I made this weekend. Everything came together nicely (or so I thought) and then I ignored my instincts and they burned. WHOOPS. Despite that, they were still edible AND I have some tweaks that I think will work nicely, thanks to looking up recipes for challah with marzipan.
Today, I had some leftover coffee (that I reserved for baking) and two sad lemons that I got from my mom. Since I didn't want to throw out either and if I left it for much longer I would have, baked goods it is!
Coffee goes in my go-to brownie recipe. So I made brownies and they're currently cooling on the stove. The lemons meant I had to go hunting in my cupboard for something else: poppy seeds! And wouldn't ya know it? I have some of an indeterminate age that still smelled like poppy seeds. Good enough!
Lemon Poppy Seed Poundcake also needs light cream, but you can fake that well enough by using milk with some butter to bring up the fat content. And I wasn't going to pay [insert exorbitant price here] for an ingredient that shows up on substitution lists for a reason.
The cakes are currently baking in the oven and once they're out, brushed with lemon syrup, and fully cooled, it's to the freezer for them. Despite the limited freezer space, I like having emergency cake on hand, especially now that the weather's getting summery and soon turning on the oven will be anathema.
EDIT: The cakes fell in the middle. I wish I could be sad about that because they still smelled fantastic. They were wrapped, bagged, labeled, and currently reside in my freezer as emergency cake. Because there are days when you just want cake, but have no fucks to make one.
Well, if you're halfway decent, that is. If you're terrible and you come *this close* to blowing up the kitchen when you try, then okay, there should be a complaint. If only for the health and safety of the baker.
I'm halfway decent. It sounds like a humblebrag, but it's not, as there are still things I can still fuck up. Exhibit A: the Kanelbullar I made this weekend. Everything came together nicely (or so I thought) and then I ignored my instincts and they burned. WHOOPS. Despite that, they were still edible AND I have some tweaks that I think will work nicely, thanks to looking up recipes for challah with marzipan.
Today, I had some leftover coffee (that I reserved for baking) and two sad lemons that I got from my mom. Since I didn't want to throw out either and if I left it for much longer I would have, baked goods it is!
Coffee goes in my go-to brownie recipe. So I made brownies and they're currently cooling on the stove. The lemons meant I had to go hunting in my cupboard for something else: poppy seeds! And wouldn't ya know it? I have some of an indeterminate age that still smelled like poppy seeds. Good enough!
Lemon Poppy Seed Poundcake also needs light cream, but you can fake that well enough by using milk with some butter to bring up the fat content. And I wasn't going to pay [insert exorbitant price here] for an ingredient that shows up on substitution lists for a reason.
The cakes are currently baking in the oven and once they're out, brushed with lemon syrup, and fully cooled, it's to the freezer for them. Despite the limited freezer space, I like having emergency cake on hand, especially now that the weather's getting summery and soon turning on the oven will be anathema.
EDIT: The cakes fell in the middle. I wish I could be sad about that because they still smelled fantastic. They were wrapped, bagged, labeled, and currently reside in my freezer as emergency cake. Because there are days when you just want cake, but have no fucks to make one.
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