Confessions Now; Confections Later!
Mae, a culinary chef who also studied pastry and baking and then set up a cupcake biz Mulberry Lane from home was very encouraging and sympathetic with my burned-by-misadventure chronicles. I thought I was pretty clever and frugal scraping off the blackened underside of an unfortunate cookie. I get all worked up when something that came out perfect the first time ended up shabby the next. I'd ask why put myself through the agony of clean up and botched batter when I could sooner buy somebody's famous cake!
Then it's up to the Kitchen Goddess or Baking Angels (what an image, right?)to grant the hobby cake perfection (or not).
The worst thing for the diet is batter spill! There's just so much you can lick off! I love the solitary work though, the one that forces you to "fold" into a concentrated, focused self. But for a misstep born muttered cursing, there's a cozy, comforting butter and vanilla warmth all around. At any rate, I've got a sugar fix that must-needs be met most days. Gotta do it again, though till it comes out right. Yes, these are my work. Maybe next time I can say "confections."