At the request of the recipient of half of my first brownies, I intended to work my way up to a full gingerbread house. The first step on the way, I thought, was Gingerbread.
In an attempt to make a custard tart like the ones sold in supermarkets and bakeries, I made something visually more akin to a pizza, then used up the half a butternut pumpkin in a pumpkin loaf.
This loaf suffered from Me-Using-Expired-Baking-Powderitis. It was flat. But it was still nice.
Wishing to branch out from what I perceived to be a particular section of baking, perhaps the “Confectionary” section, I baked a lemon loaf.