One of the hardest things about being sick was that I had to hand over my oven gloves to Tony (symbolically, he doesn’t actually bake!). I love to cook. I didn’t feel like a woman, not being able to cook a meal for my husband at the end of a day’s work. I’m old fashioned like that.
Since getting better, I’ve been cramming in an insane amount of cooking. On Friday I was cooking up cinnamon buns with cream cheese frosting for the Posh staff, and baking bread, while taking the week’s photos. It got a little crazy! I love baking for people. It only takes a little time, and people’s faces just light up when you hand them something fresh from the oven. Try it and see. It’s addictive!
I had one of the cinnamon buns on Friday, and a slice of spelt bread, and then rediscovered how sick wheat and spelt make me. Urgh. So yesterday I tried making a batch of gluten free bread for myself. I used the gf flour from Doves, and just followed the recipe on the packet. I was extremely dubious when it was mixing, because it looked more like cake batter than bread dough, but it came out pretty good.
This may be the first – and last – loaf of bread that I ever sliced well!!!
The bread was too sweet and too eggy, so I think I’ll make some tweaks next time, use less eggs and sugar, and add some xanthum gum to help it rise. I’ll let you know how it goes. But already this bread is better than the stuff you can buy in supermarkets.
That’s the thing about baking – it is always better than shop bought baked goods. That’s why people love home made cakes and bread and cookies. And yet so few people take the time to bake any more. Such a shame, because as well as fantastic results, it’s very therapeutic. It makes the house smell wonderful. It’s calming and soothing. A cook shop is almost as much fun for me as a yarn shop. Cookie cutters! Piping bags!! Silicone mats!!!
I’m Dee, and I’m a bake-a-holic.
This was a cherry pie, baked for a dinner with two good friends who just got engaged! I made cherry & Amaretto ice cream to go with it.