No I cannot fully explain the title of this post. It's from "Into the Woods", it's currently stuck in my head, and I am a young maiden and a childless baker (sorta). But I am not a sad young lad... nor do I currently know of any sad, young lads. I'm sure there are some out there though. So I guess I can fully explain the title of this post. Anyway, on to something that you, the reader, care about more than the title. :)
Today I had to do something VERY scary. I had to BAKE. AH. While I am in culinary school, I am not quite the best baker in the world. To be honest, it isn't my favorite thing, and I would rather make stock than decorate sugar cookies. Oh how I hate making stock. It's long. And Boring. Much like decorating sugar cookies. At least that's my opinion. Nevertheless, today I had to bake. Since it was our first class, we were assigned to do some recipes in a way that they were edible, yummy, tasty, visually appealing, etc. I warned my group in advance that I am not the best baker in the world so they had no excuse to get mad at me when I screwed something up later in the class. I got assigned to do the "what not to do" portion of our lemon poppyseed muffins. I began to vigorously mix to remove any and all lumps to create what we as culinarians call "tunneling." I mixed those muffins until they were shiny and smooth and there was not a single lump in them. (Muffin batter is supposed to be lumpy.) I thought I had done a good job... BUT THEN... we took them out of the oven... and I had created the most perfect muffins in the class. I'm not saying this to boast... but because that was what happened. I was trying to make, as I lovingly call them, epic fail muffins. But NO! I made perfect little beautiful muffins that Chef Allie used as an example on how to make muffins. Had I been trying to succeed I would have... but as my goal was to fail... I did not succeed. Thus is my life. That's why this blog is my desultory memoir of my emprise.
In other news though, my group also created one the most heavenly and delicious biscuits I have ever touched with my tongue. It was beautifully golden brown, flakey, soft, and most importantly, YUMMY!!! I had a good group. Even though Tom probably didn't want me in his group after I made him clean the smoker last quarter and because I owe him a popsicle. But he really did want me in his group. Secretly. Pretty sure. ha. yes.
Well, I'm off to probably spend my whole Friday night watching youtube videos because I am a loser like that.
Aloha! Ciao! Adios!
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