Treats for appetites of every size
Scones are an elusive breakfast baked good. I’ve tried to make them in the past, and, despite my extreme attention to detail in recipes, I could never get them to come out right. Either the dough was too crumbly and never held together, or too dense and didn’t have that lightness I associate with scones.
I had an epiphany this weekend: if I felt so inclined, I could go ahead and buy my own kitchenware.
Super Bowl can be a tricky thing to bake for. It’s a day of gluttony, with more warm, cheesy appetizers, heavy sports food, and beer than you actually want to consume in one sitting, but you do anyways because it’s always placed directly in front of the TV you can’t walk away from.
Baking is amazingly therapeutic. If I’m stressed out, it calms me down. If I’m upset, it cheers me up. If I need some time with friends, it has a way of bringing them together. I can tailor the recipes I choose to the mood I’m in. Day already going pretty well? A short recipe with a quick result makes it even better. Day going pretty rough? I turn to something more involved that I can get lost in.
I will never take my electric mixer for granted again. I don’t even feel bad about using a breakfast recipe this week after the feat I undertook to make these pancakes. True dedication to your craft is hand-whisking egg whites until stiff peaks form. I feel like this is a big milestone in my baking career.
I made the (great) mistake of starting Stranger Things this weekend. As far as things to watch during Halloweekend, I think I picked well, but as far as a full weekend of baking adventures, I only ended up with time for one.
As promised, the pumpkin trend continues. It almost feels like cheating to make pumpkin bread, pumpkin bundt cake, and pumpkin donuts as separate posts, since for me they all serve the same general function: putting pumpkin in some kind of carb-heavy vessel. But hey, when you’ve been blogging for 3 years, you’re going to have to eventually do some stuff that’s kinda similar.
It turned into Fall yesterday. No warning, no gradual changes, no typical New England back-and-forth. Friday it was hot and sunny shorts-and-a-tank-top weather. Yesterday it was cool and crisp flannel-and-jeans weather.
I don’t really understand how time works on weekends. I always go in thinking I’ll get everything done and still have lots of time to doodle in front of the TV, and then it’s 9:48pm on Sunday and I still haven’t published my blog post.
It is way too hot out. Unbearably so. So hot that I went home for the weekend largely because it would include the ability to sit indoors with central air (and to see my lovely family, of course).