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Sunday, August 30, 2009

Baking failure, design triumph?

When the accuracy or credibility of a report is questionable, one useful question to ask is: Did the person who wrote it stand to benefit from reporting it in this way? The assumption is that you might very well lie to make yourself look good -- by inflating circulation figures, increasing the size of the one that got away, overreporting the amount that was contributed to charity -- but there is very little motivation to lie in order to make yourself look bad.

So you should rest assured that I speak the truth about this last baking attempt of mine, the first in my current kitchen. It definitely cannot be classified as a success, if what I had aimed to do from the start was produce a batch of golden-brown, fragrant, subtly alcoholic cupcakes.

However, if I'd set my heart and mind on developing stackable cupcakes (for the space-constrained, among whom I have cast my lot), I'd call it a definite winner. While I can usually fit a maximum of four fluffy, dome-shaped cupcakes into one of my containers, with this batch I managed seven.



There you have it, the truth on a plate. I could have just not blogged about it, let my worst kitchen failure to date fade into the gentle forgiving, forgetting arms of history. But something in me perversely wants to document the less sparkly bits of life alongside the good ones. Anyway, who knows? Maybe I can sell the concept to some Scandinavian mass producer of flat-pack, modular furniture. Seems to go with their general philosophy.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

What do you see?



I wonder... do you think pancakes could be the new inkblot test?

That's a first, Sharon referencing Wikipedia. Don't get used to it.

By the way, I don't endorse Rorschach tests in any way. Like other instruments of psychological testing, they're best used by qualified professionals.

Pancakes, on the other hand, are safe for all ages. I think my next batch will be wholemeal, with honey and cinnamon. Who's in?

Monday, August 17, 2009

Feeling better

Today I had a grand total of one client, and supervision. It was a good day. Got home with nerves worn a little thin from evening traffic on the Anzac Bridge, and wanted a simple dinner (with only two types of protein on hand at the moment, it couldn't have been complicated if it tried). Still, I used it to answer a question I have long asked: how do you get the perfect boiled egg? My quest led me here. I picked the most practical-sounding chef's way and, whaddya know, it worked. Hopefully, this means I will never again have to stare at an ugly grey yolk ring of my own doing.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Help

Stress levels still too high. Please keep me in prayer before I do something silly and irreversible through lack of concentration.
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