Ah Sunday - the day of rest, a day to arise a little later, take time reading the papers and just generally take a step back from the normal madness of everyday life.
Why is it then on this blessed day i decide to set myself stupidly highly demanding tasks? I cant just make a normal birthday sponge cake (which would of probably taken an hour out of my day) I have to find a recipe that I've never attempted before, cake decorations I've only ever seen done on master chef and not only make 1 caramelised walnut and coffee cake, but make 12 toffee fudge cupcakes and a lemon curd pavlova as well.
The morning started at 7am (which to be fair, anyone who knows me would call this a lie in) I thought breakfast would be a good idea as cooking lots of goodies on an empty stomach would prove to tempting for me to put a spoonful (or two) of raw cake mixture in my mouth (mmmm.. ). After quickly eating a warmed up scone from the other day i began melting, caramelizing, creaming, whipping, simmering, tempering, decorating and greasing my way into a baking oblivion. There were times i was panicked, stressed, excited, there were tears of sadness and tears of joy it was an emotional roller coaster - exhilarating and overwhelming while at the same time being gut wrenching-ly frightening but with that said i adored every single minute of it and i cant think of a better way to spend a Sunday.
Why is it then on this blessed day i decide to set myself stupidly highly demanding tasks? I cant just make a normal birthday sponge cake (which would of probably taken an hour out of my day) I have to find a recipe that I've never attempted before, cake decorations I've only ever seen done on master chef and not only make 1 caramelised walnut and coffee cake, but make 12 toffee fudge cupcakes and a lemon curd pavlova as well.
The morning started at 7am (which to be fair, anyone who knows me would call this a lie in) I thought breakfast would be a good idea as cooking lots of goodies on an empty stomach would prove to tempting for me to put a spoonful (or two) of raw cake mixture in my mouth (mmmm.. ). After quickly eating a warmed up scone from the other day i began melting, caramelizing, creaming, whipping, simmering, tempering, decorating and greasing my way into a baking oblivion. There were times i was panicked, stressed, excited, there were tears of sadness and tears of joy it was an emotional roller coaster - exhilarating and overwhelming while at the same time being gut wrenching-ly frightening but with that said i adored every single minute of it and i cant think of a better way to spend a Sunday.
Caramelized walnut and coffee cake with spun sugar and chocolate shards
Toffee fudge cupcakes
Lemon meringue pavlova with home made lemon curd
Too much?
my goodness what a feast !! hope suzanne was blown away
ReplyDeleteIt was all gorgeous as well!
ReplyDeleteI am SO hungry.
ReplyDeleteyou forgot to ask me to be chief taster nom nom nom
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