Thursday, February 8, 2018
For someone who doesn't really like to bake, I seem to do an awful lot of it. Four loaves of sourdough bread every ten days or so, occasional muffins, rare cinnamon rolls, even rarer cheese crackers . . .
It's all my own doing, though. As I said to A., if I were okay with buying Entenmann's at the grocery store, I wouldn't spend so much time covered in flour. But I'm not okay with buying Entenmann's because, well, it's not good enough.
Let's be real: I bake because I really like to eat baked goods that taste good. So it's worth it to me, even though I don't like the process much.
That said, I feel the baking for Cubby's birthday this year is a little excessive.
His birthday is on Sunday. It happens to fall on a Sunday when he has Sunday school, so I figured he could bring in some muffins for a birthday treat for his Sunday school class and I would be off the hook for birthday cupcakes for his class at school.
He agreed that bringing in muffins would be good. But then, this week, he said everyone in his class brings in a birthday treat, even if their birthday is not on an actual school day.
He also wants a cheesecake for his actual birthday cake on Sunday night for the family celebration.
And yesterday, with unfortunate timing, I took the last loaf of bread out of the freezer.
So here's my schedule:
This morning I started a new batch of bread and baked 24 cupcakes. (I even remembered the flour! A good start.)
This afternoon I'll make frosting and finish the cupcakes so I can bring them to the school tomorrow.
Tomorrow I'll bake four loaves of sourdough bread. (Traditional sourdough is a two-day process.)
Saturday I'll make the cheesecake so it can chill in the refrigerator for Sunday.
Sunday morning I'll bake two dozen blueberry muffins.
And then I'll be hanging up my apron for the foreseeable future, because that is a lot of baking. But I have my new 25-pound bag of flour, four packages of cream cheese, a few dozen eggs, and a lot of sugar.
Oven fired up and here we go . . .
Monday, February 5, 2018
Courtesy of Linda Ronstadt*
Poor, poor, pitiful me
Poor, poor, pitiful me
Oh these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Ohhhh, woah is me.
They mean well. I think.
* Fun random fact: I played soccer with Linda Ronstadt's niece when I was in middle school. I never met Linda Ronstadt, though.