Picture this: I am sitting on my kitchen floor, fresh brownies are in the oven, I am listening to some Daft Punk, and a thought comes to mind. My poor, neglected blog.
I am so sorry for not posting in a while. Things have been very crazy in my life lately. I am planning for a trip to Anaheim for a choir competition, and the sir’s homecoming date is inching ever closer, so I have also been anxiously awaiting that. Though, I have to confess that my motivation has been waning. I haven’t been baking as much as I was, and I spend less and less time in my kitchen as the time moves on. I’ve become discouraged, dear reader. What makes me think that I would ever be able to not only own, but to run my own bakery?
That is, until I went to church this past Sunday.
“Most dreams die a slow death. They’re conceived in a moment of passion, with the prospect of endless possibility, but often languish and are not pursued with the same heartfelt intensity as when first born.” -Dean Karnazes
These words spoke volumes to me. If I don’t pursue my dreams with the same heartfelt intensity as when I first thought them, then how can I expect them to come true? Your dreams are only as real as you make them. So, on that note, I will try my hardest to be better about posting, and about not doubting myself.
Because, as a wise old man in my life keeps telling me, “If you argue your limitations, they are yours to keep.”
As always, happy baking.
Going along with my denial about it not being fall, and the fact that I had half a can of pumpkin left over from my Chocolate Swirl Pumpkin Bread, I decided to make more pumpkin things! These muffins provided by Sally at Sally’s Baking Addiction were so delicious. Although the original recipe says to only put about one spoonful of the cheesecake filling in-between the two scoops of pumpkin batter, I decided to put quite a bit more.. I am a little bit on a cream cheese kick since my recent cheesecake failures. The muffins turned out to be amazingly moist, and the streusel added the perfect amount of sweetness.
Also, in spite of the fact that most of the time you are supposed to cook things with cream cheese until a toothpick comes out clean, I am not a fan of the taste of overcooked cream cheese. I cooked my muffins just under the time listed, so that a knife inserted came out with no batter on it, but a small amount of cream cheese remained. This made it so when they completely set, the inside is not stiff, but still creamy and yummy.
These past 10 days have been a huge series of failures.
And that is okay.
I have always been a gifted student. School never really was very hard for me, and I passed mostly with flying colours. I never really learned how to fail at things because when I did fail, it made me feel so ashamed and less than a person. It’s something I still struggle with today. I do believe that this is the very reason why God made baking my passion. Baking is not easy. There. Someone had to say it. It is a complex series of exact science, and something very small, (such as rainy weather. *sigh*) can cause disastrous results.
I know that it is discouraging when you fail at things. It’s a very difficult thing to toss that cheesecake in the bin, along with those three attempts at a souffle. It’s not easy to see people say that a recipe should be easy, when you have failed at it many times. But, when you do succeed, it is going to be the best feeling. Better than if you had made the perfect bread on the first try.
As a wonderful song I know goes, “The greats weren’t great because at birth they could paint. The greats were great because they paint a lot.”
So keep painting.
And happy baking.
Musical Recipe Accompaniment: All I Want is You – Tristan Prettyman
Recently I have been on a wild goose chase trying to find recipes that call for buttermilk. I’ve had this entire quart just sitting in my fridge for over a week, and I had no idea what to do with it. The only thing I did know for certain was that I did not want to make biscuits or pancakes because that is so boring.. I had begun to lose hope, when behold, I had found my answer.
After a tad more digging, I found myself in a wondrous place called the Perfect Pantry. Lovely Lydia had posted a recipe for Cinnamon buttermilk muffins that looked amazing. I figured with a tiny bit of tweaking, we could be in great shape to use up that evil buttermilk.