Now, I return to this young fellow. And the communication I have got to make is, that he has great expectations. ~ Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.
I love baking but I'm actually not that good a baker.
Dude, I've mistaken salt for sugar and made a very salty chocolate log and almost burnt our house down by using a plastic microwave muffin tin in the oven thinking it was silicon. Being debilitatingly clumsy, baking with me is not a pretty sight. It usually involves me burning myself on the oven, butter and sugar flying missiles because I've set the beaters on too high, and flour all over myself, the kitchen, and the dog. Hurricane Nessie has arrived.
I'd never ever back myself to go on any of those "Hottest Home Baker" or Masterchef shows on telly (as much as I love watching them, dramatic pauses and all). I'd just blush like a tomato, mumble to myself the whole time and probably drop my baking. Or burn it. Or start a fire.
What you see on the blog is after I've cleaned up the disaster zone that is a post-Nessie kitchen, after I've taken 100 photos just to get those few precious decent shots. So I am always surprised, relieved, and stoked when people actually like eating my baking or like things I blog about here.
But once you have a baking blog, you do get a rep as "The Baker" and people do expect you to be able to whip up something delicious. So when it came to baking for my path tutorial group (Team Faed), I was actually really nervous. What to bake in my little shared kitchen in Dunners that a) I had the ingredients for b) I could walk down to Uni and c) was delicious. What to bake for people who have great expectations, delicious expectations.
In a situation like that, a girl has to do what a girl has to do. Break out the big guns, one of those tried and true, trusted few recipes you've been baking for years: Mocha Brownies.
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