Ever since we moved in to our condo there has been something terribly messed up with my baking. I used to bake a lot, complicated things that were delicious. I love baking (even though I often find myself doing it late at night when I’m really way too tired). But in this new kitchen there has been something that doesn’t sit right with me. I thought it was that it is so small. All my former kitchens (except the joke of a kitchen I had while living in France, one would think a sink in the kitchen might be a good idea, right?) have been big enough to accept at least one other person in there with you while you do your magic. This one is not. It’s a kitchen where the rule walk-in-and-back-out has been applied since there is no room to turn. I thought that was what bothered me and I tried not to care since there is
It took me longer than I care to admit to realize this wasn’t the problem, or at least not the entire problem. The biggest problem has been that the oven doesn’t understand the concept of temperature. It being an oven one can see that might be a problem. When I turn it on at a certain temperature, the oven does not reach that temperature which means all my cookies and cake are saggy and soft. That is often something you do want in a cake or a cookie but it’s nice when the baked goods hold together long enough for you to lift it from the plate and put it in your mouth. My oven is now perfect for drying apples and baking meringues but don’t you want more out of an oven than that? I know there are things that could be done, I could put a meet thermometor in there to make sure I got the right temperature and there are other things to do as well but the whole debacle just took the fun out of baking and so I stopped. After all, there are many nice coffee shops in my town, all with delicious cookies and cakes.
After a while though, I started getting cravings and when I found myself walking around hissing “cookies” at regular intervals an dreaming of chewy chocolate chip cookies melting in my mouth, I knew something had to be done. I couldn’t get a new oven but I had to have cookies, soon. Cookies! Luckily I have the best of friends and Agnieszka invited me over for a little baking party. During the Days leading up to it, it was all I could think of (cookies!). We were going to bake cookies and I was going to eat all of them because I needed them, I deserved them, I wanted them.
In the end I didn’t eat all the cookies. I managed three, then I was full. Agnieszka, lovely person as she is, gave me eight (!) cookies (cookies!) to bring back home with me and now, whenever I’m not in my house, I start loning for those cookies. Cookies! I really have it bad and although the cookie party was a success I think it only enhanced my cravings in the long run. I got a taste of deliciousness and now it’s so utterly obvious I can’t make it come back myself at any time I want.
We have started looking into buying a new oven. It’s the only reasonable thing to do at this point. Cookies!