Christmas is a shameful time for us in the baking-impaired community. I write historical novels and knit up a storm, so people assume a lot of domestic prowess on my part.
They'd be so wrong.
One look at the state of my oven (translation: filthy), or the last batch of cookies I made (accompanied by the time-honored justification "just eat around the burnt parts”), and the truth is out. I can cook, but I can't bake my way out of a paper bag. Or is that I can’t bake my way off a sheet of parchment paper?
Still, I remain a die-hard optimist. Gadget freak that I am, surely baking competence is just a matter of good tools, right? Every good baker I knows owns one of those massive stand up mixers. So, when our church updated its kitchen and gave away its old mixers, I jumped on it. After all, an appliance larger than my current toaster must surely bring success.
Well, I'll let you know. Truth is, I'm a little reluctant to try it out. What if, even when properly outfitted, I still can't bake? Cooking is an art, but baking is mostly science. And being an art person, I rot at science. I worry that this is the equivalent of giving a math dunce a graphing calculator--it won't change much.
But if you walk into my kitchen, maybe you will be so entranced by my spiffy new mixer that you won't notice the sorry state of my oven.
It could happen.