baker's dozen

I have never been much of a baker. You have to follow the rules when you bake. Usually when I cook, I see a recipe as more of a suggestion. I never follow it exactly. I often don't even refer to it as I cook. I read it as kind of background knowledge. If I don't like something, I don't add it. Sometimes I add extra ingrediants or make unorthadox swaps. More often than not it turns out fine. Sometimes even better. Usually the only problems that arise are when I try to repeat it or someone asks me for the recipe.

Baking is different. There isn't much room to venture off the beaten path. There are also all kinds of extra rules to follow......ones that aren't even in the recipe.
Preheating the oven is actually expected ( I never do this, I don't wait for water to boil either). There is all kinds of lingo I'm not sure about. It isn't a fast frenzied a little bit of this, a little bit of that kind of affair. Details and ingredients are important.

Lately I have been craving sweets. Lots and lots of sweets. The lady at the donut shop has my order memorized and asks about my son when he isn't there. I am starting to understand her accent and consider this a sign to make less frequent trips to the donut shop. So I have done a little baking. Previously my "baking" consists of things out of a tube or come presliced... but I have been branching out a little with fair success.

I wish I had a normal pregnancy symptom like nesting....but I think there is more to this baking thing. I think God is trying to get me to slow down a little, learn to follow directions and promises me that the rewards are sweet.

1 comments:

"Bluebonnet in the snow" said...

Maybe you could bring something to writers' group so we could sample your new-found talent!