
I am not a born baker - my pastry is either so short it crumbles before you have raised it to your lips or so hard your teeth rock in their sockets. Theo, on the other hand, has a natural knack having been born to a family for whom home baking is an art. As you can see (above) we practised quite a bit. The miserable efforts to the right were mine, the rest hers. It would appear my dough-handling technique could do with some tweaking.
I look forward to the swirly things with lemon curd/jam she's promised to bake and I in turn will teach" Pasta Sauces 101" - things to do with tomato and basil, as well as "Mince: More Than Just Talk". All matters culinary are a passion for me - watching Theo handle dough was virtually pornographic, it's something to do with the fleshy pliability of the mixture and the sensual patting and kneading, I think... *whimpers*. As far as I'm concerned, cooking is the new Rock 'n' Roll and I intend to die of a chocolate and pastry overdose in a plush hotel somewhere, stripped naked and with lick marks all over my body...
Anyhow, all this has been a great distraction. Theo has been very understanding of my twitchiness - I'm never entirely focused when I'm broke, unemployed and with an interview looming... Speaking of which, I got the job! I'm back to being a college lecturer again (albeit of uncertain tenure and very part-time...) It's certainly better than nothing and it's something I know how to do (fingers crossed, anyway...). I start Monday and will hit the ground running. I can't say that I'm entirely lacking apprehension, but it will certainly be a good sort of apprehension, rather than the kind I've been getting every time I check my bank balance...
1 comments:
Gorgeous scones! Mine were always flat as pancakes, therefore I gave up for ever.
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