I’m not a gifted baker. When I was little, I used to have a little mini oven that baked little cupcakes with a heat lamp. The icing was made of cream, sugar and food colouring. They were tasty, but always gave me an upset stomach. As I grew up, my mother taught me how to cook, Mexican and Italian in particular, but not much beyond that. Baking was left for Christmas and was restricted to Betty Crocker box cakes. Pies were bought at the local diner at Thanksgiving. Dad’s favourite was Lemon Meringue, Mom loved Pecan, big brother loved Pumpkin. Me, I loved Cherry, but always ate the crust first until I was left with a pie of cherries on the plate.
My friend Tiffany is a genius with cookies. Chocolate chip, butterscotch, peanut butter, white chocolate. She gave me the recipe for chocolate chip cookies ages ago, but try as I might, they come out like little door stops.
This morning I woke up and decided I wanted to try again. It’s Easter Monday, a day I don’t usually take off, but I wanted to spend my day on something constructive that didn’t necessarily mean work. So, a bowl of butterscotch chips, a bag of oatmeal and a new hair-do that consists of eggs, flour, and vanilla that went wrong with the hand-blender later, I had a plate of 36 butter scotch cookies. Here’s the shock…they’re pretty good. They’re great with milk and I might stretch to trying out chocolate peanut butter bars later.
Most days, I can’t go near sweets without wanting to kill myself. Choclate is brought into the office often and I usually decline. Whenever we have birthdays, people bring in cakes. I keep them out of sight. The two worst holidays in the world for me are Halloween and Easter. The cream eggs and Mars bars are torture.
Mum, instead of an Easter Egg, gave me a cow made of chocolate milk. To be honest, I want to smash its head in and eat what’s inside.
So, I’ve declared today “eat what the Hell you want” day. That’s right. I’ve decided that the diet is kicking in tomorrow and as long as I keep exercising, I’m never saying “no” to chocolate again.
So, for me, it’s going to be chocolate and home baking. What do you usually deny yourself?
Writing Prompt: Treat Yourself