Schmoliday BakingFest, Round One
Holy cripes. I have several logs of stuffs-to-be-baked cooling in the refrigerator and holy hell, girlfriends, why did I ever make myself go through all of this holiday bakingry nonsense without machinery? For the first time, I prepared a batch of sables and a batch of crackers with the help of my new BFFs, KitchenAid Stand Mixer and Cuisinart.
Previous to this? I was cranking out pecan bars and botched varietals of shortbread with two hands, four knives, and twenty-four spoons. Squaring off with La Marzoccy every day helps with the upper arm strength, but even my biceps groan at the memory of baking marathons of schmolidays past . . .
Holy cripes. I think I even have time to cook dinner or something. Or something.
Anyhow. These be the test batches to be foisted on friends, neighbors, and coworkers. Don't you wish you could come over?
Previous to this? I was cranking out pecan bars and botched varietals of shortbread with two hands, four knives, and twenty-four spoons. Squaring off with La Marzoccy every day helps with the upper arm strength, but even my biceps groan at the memory of baking marathons of schmolidays past . . .
Holy cripes. I think I even have time to cook dinner or something. Or something.
Anyhow. These be the test batches to be foisted on friends, neighbors, and coworkers. Don't you wish you could come over?