My little sister requested hamburgers, having enjoyed the buns of the previous night. I was happy to comply.
Only insofar as I had not baked bread at this point.
I noticed a fair number of recipes calling for an already-cooked sponge. This included lamingtons and the like. A sponge seemed a good number to add to my repertoire.
After a long day, I decided to bake something familiar. Recalling the success of the previous carrot cake, I attempted to bake it again.
Wishing to branch out from what I perceived to be a particular section of baking, perhaps the “Confectionary” section, I baked a lemon loaf.
These brownies were very enjoyable, although their plentitude was due to a mistake in measurements.
I baked this cake on the day my family returned from their holiday, and it disappeared very quickly.
This cake tasted more chocolatey than it looked.
My second attempt at a honey cake went fairly well. The cake didn’t stick to the pan.
The cake that started it all. I had found myself tiring of staring at screens, and with an inordinate amount of energy, with the house to myself. For some reason, this led me to the desire to figure out baking….