bake with me...

I love baking, I also love dancing.

I was trying to describe why dancing makes me happy and very easily and quickly came a revelation.

Dancing is like flying.

It is when I am totally free and soaring through the skies, where there are no divides, no restraints, no limitations and your rhythm and movement turn into song.

When I bake, I feel the same.

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April 24th, 2012
Today my Husband solved two problems for me. First I couldn’t find my decorating tips. I went through cupboard after cupboard, drawer after drawer, unstacking and restacking everything, they were nowhere to be found. In defeat I turned off my preheating oven. While trying to de-stress over my second helping of ice-cream, my Husband caught glimpse of me chucking a soundless mini tantrum to myself. He came over and asked me sweetly ‘What are you looking for?’. I sulked ‘My decorating tips’. He um’ed and ah’ed for a moment and opened the first drawer, one which he never opens, and Voilà! There it was. Confused and bewildered, I asked him ‘…but how?’ He replied, ‘All I had to do, was think like you.’ Happily I turned on the oven again and began making my Macarons. First batch was perfect, second batch cracks, third batch more cracks. Oh no! In distress I turned to my Husband and told him my problem. He said calmly ‘It’s probably because you started your first batch on a cool tray’. I took on the advice and cooled down the tray before using it for the next batch. And Voilà! It was perfect again. Hubby, you never cease to amaze me, thank you for being so wonderful. And all credit to you, Salted Butter Caramel Macarons.

Today my Husband solved two problems for me. First I couldn’t find my decorating tips. I went through cupboard after cupboard, drawer after drawer, unstacking and restacking everything, they were nowhere to be found. In defeat I turned off my preheating oven. While trying to de-stress over my second helping of ice-cream, my Husband caught glimpse of me chucking a soundless mini tantrum to myself. He came over and asked me sweetly ‘What are you looking for?’. I sulked ‘My decorating tips’. He um’ed and ah’ed for a moment and opened the first drawer, one which he never opens, and Voilà! There it was. Confused and bewildered, I asked him ‘…but how?’ He replied, ‘All I had to do, was think like you.’ Happily I turned on the oven again and began making my Macarons. First batch was perfect, second batch cracks, third batch more cracks. Oh no! In distress I turned to my Husband and told him my problem. He said calmly ‘It’s probably because you started your first batch on a cool tray’. I took on the advice and cooled down the tray before using it for the next batch. And Voilà! It was perfect again. Hubby, you never cease to amaze me, thank you for being so wonderful. And all credit to you, Salted Butter Caramel Macarons.