Just so you know…I am not a pastry chef, have never attended a culinary school, and was raised in a home where my mother never baked. I do, however, love to eat baked goods – which was probably the catalyst that turned me into an obsessive baker, and recipe collector extraordinaire.
Confessions: If a recipe calls for a teaspoon of a dry ingredient, I measure it in my palm. (This will take a little practice.) I rarely bring my eggs to room temperature, don’t always sift my dry ingredients together, and sometimes I get distracted and forget to add an ingredient in its proper order. And do you know what? It still turns out great! Maybe, just maybe, if I’d followed instructions exactly it would have been even better, but nobody else has to know that.
For the last thirteen years I’ve been retired and living with my husband, dogs, and cats on twenty acres in the country. Life is simple here, and I have plenty of time to play in the kitchen. But even when we lived and worked in the city, and raised our children, I made time to bake—even if that meant being regularly sleep-deprived.
For me, baking is a compulsion. A very fun compulsion! For you, baking might seem intimidating or time-consuming – but it doesn’t have to be either of those things. Stick with me and I’ll walk you through the easy stuff, and I’ll bet you will discover the joy I’ve found in creating edible art.
The time that I spend in the kitchen is justified when I consider the amount of money I save and the satisfaction I achieve. Besides, it makes my family really, really happy.
Let the flour fly!