Every now and then I get the urge to to things by hand. Like baking a cake that you don't use a packet mix for.
There's something very theraputic about creaming butter and sugar by hand, seeing the two blend into a light-coloured mass, then adding the eggs and watching it do its emulsion duties. Folding foulr in lightly and fighting the inherent dryness as it attempts to make my mixture into separate lumps, then smoothing the whole with milk-and-vanilla.
Cakes made by hand, I've found, are not usually as light as commercial-mix cakes. But they last a lot longer and they fill you better. Chocolate icing on top with a dab of hundreds-and-thousands. Cup of tea.
Very theraputic.
Very me.
There's something very theraputic about creaming butter and sugar by hand, seeing the two blend into a light-coloured mass, then adding the eggs and watching it do its emulsion duties. Folding foulr in lightly and fighting the inherent dryness as it attempts to make my mixture into separate lumps, then smoothing the whole with milk-and-vanilla.
Cakes made by hand, I've found, are not usually as light as commercial-mix cakes. But they last a lot longer and they fill you better. Chocolate icing on top with a dab of hundreds-and-thousands. Cup of tea.
Very theraputic.
Very me.
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Date: 2002-02-20 08:38 am (UTC)I think I'm going to go and make that stollen I have the ingredients for sitting around.
(And while I generally agree, I'm more a fruit-cake person myself, which are definitely not as light as commercial cakes. But then, it's handy to have food about the house than can also be used as ballast and/or weaponry...)