I might explode if I don't bake something soon. I don't want the baked item (although of course I wouldn't turn it down), I just need to bake something. I have been taunting myself with food blogs for the last few days and I just need to bake. I am pretty sure this is mostly a form of homesickness, since there is no oven in this house and I can't bake anything. I may ask a friend if I can come over and bake at her house.
I have a plan for what I'm going to bake when I get back to the US. I'll start with
this poppy seed lemon cake, which has been stuck in my mind since Deb posted it. Then, with the 8 egg whites it leaves over, I want to make
these pavlovas, possibly for the Summer of Solutions welcome dinner. Then I want to make
these cocoa lime cookies, which it would be SO MUCH BETTER to just make here because the lime here is great, the
frosting from this recipe on a chocolate cake (how mad would customs be if I bought vanilla beans here and tried to bring them back to the US? Would I have to pay taxes or something?),
monkey bread, which I didn't even know was a thing until that recipe went up, and then at some point use
these to make ice cream sandwiches. Possibly that last one during strawberry season and put strawberries in them.
YOU SEE WHY THIS IS DESTROYING ME.