Baking, I sometimes forget, makes me happy. For the last three hours, give or take time to drink a margarita, eat some bread and cheese and debate groups and belonging to them, I've been measuring cocoa powder and blending softened butter and staring - I admit, a little crankily - at my 9" cake pans when I realized they were not, in fact, 2" deep.
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I hope to get my shit together enough to post about Tom Lenk, one place or another. ;)
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Not a big baker, though I make a good cookie. I think I'm with darkmuse_ic -- it's too much chemistry and precision while I'm a freewheeling experimenter with a sense of the general rules. Of course.
I don't know that I've ever sampled your baked goods? Something that should be rectified!
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It's crazy that I've never made baked goods when you're around! I didn't bake a lot in NYC, as, as you may remember, my apartment had about two feet, tops, of counter space, and this one time when we used the over, it refused to turn off. Er. But yes. I've never mastered chocolate chip cookies, but I can make a deadly delicious Black Pearl Cake. ;)
Someday, we'll share duties on a dinner party. Deal? ;)
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I do usually draw the line at mincing garlic by hand, though. Garlic crushers FTW!
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And here's the secret to chocolate chip cookies: Use the Toll House recipe, but melt about 3/4 of the butter. Bake only one sheet at a time and don't overbake. That's about it (and that's why it's the one thing I can bake!).
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