baking update
Aug. 24th, 2008 04:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideI was going to bake these awesome strawberry cupcakes, but I think it may just be too much for a busy Sunday night before a full work week. I bought the strawberries, but I can make them tomorrow or Tuesday.
The strawberry banana bread is half gone, I really don't think it comes out very picturesque, but I may have to still try.
I busted my ass making a blueberry pie on Friday because it's one of Jeff's favorites. And after all that work, I hate it. Jeff's just going to have to chip away at it alone. I'm so mad at Cook's Illustrated. They have this stupid tapioca thickener method which fails like half the fucking time. You end up biting into hard nurdles of tapioca that haven't dissolved. I let it sit in the macerating fruit for like half an hour. I don't know what it fucking wants. And plus the visual of little white balls in the pie is wrong. And also, I think I don't like blueberries. So it's just not worth eating it around the nurdles for me. Jeff says everything is perfect about it except for the stupid nurdles. It's apparently worth it to him to eat, which is sweet. Except that I want to throw it away.
I'm sad, because it was one of the prettiest pies I've ever made. Instead of vents, I cut out little hearts in a circle with the heart cut outs alternating. My camera battery was dying just as I wanted to take pictures (before serving it) so the photos aren't as nice as I'd liked. It just looks okay in the shot.
I so prefer making tarts. Pie making is a total pain the ass. Except for the nurdles, I feel I've mastered pie-making and now I never, ever want to make a pie again. Except I may have to make a peach one still this summer.
I'm not sure why I'm driven to perfect things I don't even like that much. I don't think I really like pie that much. And before roly de-friends me (hi!), let me clarify, that I don't think I like the summer fruit pies so much. With the double-crust. I love all other pies (like cream and custard pies). I also really love this jelly-roll-ish cobbler I make. So anyhow. To sum up: maybe I should stop trying to make pies.
You know what it is. I think I like how they look on a countertop. That's just sad.
The strawberry banana bread is half gone, I really don't think it comes out very picturesque, but I may have to still try.
I busted my ass making a blueberry pie on Friday because it's one of Jeff's favorites. And after all that work, I hate it. Jeff's just going to have to chip away at it alone. I'm so mad at Cook's Illustrated. They have this stupid tapioca thickener method which fails like half the fucking time. You end up biting into hard nurdles of tapioca that haven't dissolved. I let it sit in the macerating fruit for like half an hour. I don't know what it fucking wants. And plus the visual of little white balls in the pie is wrong. And also, I think I don't like blueberries. So it's just not worth eating it around the nurdles for me. Jeff says everything is perfect about it except for the stupid nurdles. It's apparently worth it to him to eat, which is sweet. Except that I want to throw it away.
I'm sad, because it was one of the prettiest pies I've ever made. Instead of vents, I cut out little hearts in a circle with the heart cut outs alternating. My camera battery was dying just as I wanted to take pictures (before serving it) so the photos aren't as nice as I'd liked. It just looks okay in the shot.
I so prefer making tarts. Pie making is a total pain the ass. Except for the nurdles, I feel I've mastered pie-making and now I never, ever want to make a pie again. Except I may have to make a peach one still this summer.
I'm not sure why I'm driven to perfect things I don't even like that much. I don't think I really like pie that much. And before roly de-friends me (hi!), let me clarify, that I don't think I like the summer fruit pies so much. With the double-crust. I love all other pies (like cream and custard pies). I also really love this jelly-roll-ish cobbler I make. So anyhow. To sum up: maybe I should stop trying to make pies.
You know what it is. I think I like how they look on a countertop. That's just sad.
