Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Cooks like ransacking the fridge and enthusiastically tossing random ingredients into a pan or a stockpot to make a meal; bakers come into their own only with dessert.
I considered myself to belong to the former group. This was an accident of birth: neither my mother nor either of my grandmothers was a baker (male ancestors didn't figure into this equation at all), and without a cozy nursery initiation into the rites of baking, it can seem a forbidding, arcane art.
I am here to say the truth is altogether different. Baking is a cinch. More, it is a joy. You need know nothing to be proficient. Proficiency engenders confidence. And confidence breeds an attachment that can become habitual.
reposted from m.dash
Monday, June 28, 2010
Good heavens people. Drop everything and go make this cake. It's apricot season, after all, and the cake is inspired.
I'd post a picture of my finished product--it's a pretty thing too, but you all know the limitations of my crappy camera; apparently, photographing a simple cake is asking too much.