Today's edition is a combination of reader's requests:
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(Blue Lace Daisy asked me to cook/bake something, while Trisha asked me to share a 'bare my soul' type post). So, today I'm a cookin' + confessin'!
Or... bakin' + soul-barin' to be more correct:
Or... bakin' + soul-barin' to be more correct:
Being married to an amazing baker, makes me a bit of a spoiled brat.
I tend to feign swooning onto the couch, while sighing aloud: "IF only someone would bake me a batch of brownies/butter tarts/cupcakes.... whatever".
<crickets>
For some strange reason, my husband (who's returned from baking all morning) doesn't always jump when I say that.
"Go for it" he'll say... "Just look up a recipe online".
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"Fine" says I... stomping over to the interwebs.
Oh look, here's an EASY recipe for my lavender shortbread craving!
(Honestly, if a recipe has more than 5 ingredients I'll break out in a cold sweat).
Then, just to be a real fancy pants... I melted down some white chocolate to dip the shortbread in.
FAIL: adding orange zest to the stove top melted chocolate made it all gum up.. so I had to just trowel it on to the cookies after.
A buttery, lavender'y, yummy treat... nom nom nom!
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Now let me bare my soul further.
Just because I run a blog.. does not mean I'm a domestic diva.
Sure, I'm creative... but in the kitchen? Not so much.
If I'm cooking, I tend to just wing it.
I like to invent, throw a dash of this, pop a pinch of that... because following a recipe would seriously cramp my style.
You know, much like the way I hate to follow sewing patterns.. or any written instructions.
(I'm sure there's likely a psychological term for this: stubbornness, recklessness, arrogance..?!).
My husband doesn't get this about me.
"What's so hard about following a recipe?" he wonders.
Nothing, really.
But in my head, everything.
Maybe I have some unknown 'mental disorder'... but when I see instructions - I get overwhelmed and just sort of go into a stunned state. (Maybe this is why I never got my driver's license!).
Ummm... is this making any sense to anyone out there?
Maybe I fear the instructions... for fear of failing at them?
Fear of messing up... thereby wrecking the recipe/pattern/project.
It's a wonder I'm creative at all with such crippling concepts rattling around my brain!
But all that, is in my head.
Once I get my hands working... and realise how easy it is to actually create/bake according to the directions offered... I'm delighted at the success!
So there you have it.
Maybe I need to challenge myself to follow more recipes/crafting patterns.
Just imagine how fat and well adjusted I could be!
A musing mama,
Mel ;o)
Just because I run a blog.. does not mean I'm a domestic diva.
Sure, I'm creative... but in the kitchen? Not so much.
If I'm cooking, I tend to just wing it.
I like to invent, throw a dash of this, pop a pinch of that... because following a recipe would seriously cramp my style.
You know, much like the way I hate to follow sewing patterns.. or any written instructions.
(I'm sure there's likely a psychological term for this: stubbornness, recklessness, arrogance..?!).
My husband doesn't get this about me.
"What's so hard about following a recipe?" he wonders.
Nothing, really.
But in my head, everything.
Maybe I have some unknown 'mental disorder'... but when I see instructions - I get overwhelmed and just sort of go into a stunned state. (Maybe this is why I never got my driver's license!).
Ummm... is this making any sense to anyone out there?
Maybe I fear the instructions... for fear of failing at them?
Fear of messing up... thereby wrecking the recipe/pattern/project.
It's a wonder I'm creative at all with such crippling concepts rattling around my brain!
But all that, is in my head.
Once I get my hands working... and realise how easy it is to actually create/bake according to the directions offered... I'm delighted at the success!
So there you have it.
Maybe I need to challenge myself to follow more recipes/crafting patterns.
Just imagine how fat and well adjusted I could be!
A musing mama,
Mel ;o)
