Yesterday I was so sick & so tired revising about the history of bananas, oil and gutta percha gum, (yes, history degrees are more fun than you can believe), that I gave up early and I headed off for some lunch with the hockey girls.
We sat in the bright sunshine, nattering about our dreaded deadlines and gushing over our desires to hit the sunny Terrace (bar) with multiples pitchers by our sides. I planned to take the afternoon off anyway for a well earned baking break and, of course, at the sheer mention of food the gals were all ears. I told them what I was planning on dishing up, they started laughing about my new nickname of 'cake-sec' (I'm newly on the hockey committee- woo!) and then something that one of the girls said to me struck a chord.
"Oh I wish I could just be born a good baker, I'm simply dreadful at it!"
Well. This I simply don't agree with.
So here is a little well known known fact....Everyone screws up at baking.
Yes, even Mary Berry.
It's damn annoying when it goes wrong. I feel like breaking down in tears and binning a badly turned out cake instead of putting it in front of my house mates...Oh the shame of it!!
But, even though it's disheartening, that's just part of learning the skill and experience. The dreaded term, 'practise makes perfect' is highly annoying and time consuming, but my gosh is it true.
I pride my blog on the fact that the recipes on here should be simple, easy to follow and good for people of all skill bases to follow. I try a recipe, multiple times if needed and pop the instructions on here with the tweaks and tips that I found cleared it up a little.
And so today I decided to go outside my comfort zone.
