Now i'm vicious with appetite

I have yet, to figure out why I blogging is ridiculous. Until I do, you can pretend that thought never happened, and I'm going to continue to write these things. If you think blogs are stupid or consider my actions as hypocritical, by all means, refrain from continuing to read this.

Right now, I have two delicious smelling lemon loafs in the oven. There is a warm sugar-lemon glaze sitting on the stove. Dan Mangan's voice is filling the kitchen. Anna has been tucked nicely into bed, Jacob must be picked up in about one hour and 19 minutes.

I've been baking like a nut this whole week. I really like baking?
There was a time, a few months back, where everything i tried to bake flopped miserably.
Mostly because of most horrifically simple mistakes (an extra cup of flour & mistaking baking soda for baking powder), but some just flopped for no apparent reason.

The mysterious baking curse seems to have lifted. I'm glad. There has been little, to no, unnecessary swearing over egg whites that refuse to meringue, dry banana bread, or sugar spilled in a drawer...

this week, things have been turning out. 

It's nice.
I could get used to this.
I'm considering a career as a baker.

 

























As seen above:

Sour milk cake (This cake is sooo good)
Inside of sour milk cake.
Beaters, with sour milk cake on them.
Cinnamon bun batch, number one: unbaked.
Cinnamon bun batch number two: baked and iced, with cream cheese icing (yum!).
Cinnamon bun dough.
Lone Cinnamon bun batch three, on  a plate.
Chocolate Chocolate Banana Bread (i realised after i left for work in the morning that  i had forgotten to photograph this lovely bread. luckily there was still some left when i got home, ha!)