I have been working in my kitchen all week. I baked most of the day Monday for some lovely people. Yesterday I baked for a friend who is having an event in her home. Then next week I have all kinds a goodies up my sleeve, plus I will be psyching myself up to bake 50 or more assorted pies as a fundraiser, the week of Thanksgiving. Phew! I think I will forget any notion I had about my kitchen being clean and well organized.
I baked some of these thingys this week.....Pumpkin Scones with cinnamon chips and crystallized ginger. Big D went Wacko for them! They were pretty good. I might have share my version of the recipe with you. In the mean time you can just go here. If you start obsessing over them and have to have them, before I give you my version, then I completely understand.
Scone sans maple cinnamon glaze.
This is my wound. Which will be a scar....a battle scar. I battle with my oven often. I'm clumsy. I believe I read somewhere once that if your hands and arms are not blistered and scarred from kitchen wounds then you are really not passionate about cooking or baking or anything in the kitchen for that matter. Those words were words of encouragement to me. I always just thought it was my scatterbrainyness, but NO it's because of my passion! I think Anthony Bourdain wrote those encouraging words but don't quote me on that.
Here are two of the Armies I battled yesterday. Over two hundred of these morsels marched through my kitchen. They left a path of destruction. In the aftermath of the battle...I thought egg rolls sounded like a good way to rally my troupes. It worked! It boosted their moral and they helped me clean up my plundered and pillaged kitchen. Egg rolls truly do solve a myriad of injustices.
You should have seen these guys after they donned their armour of frosting....it was scarewee.
What kind of battles have you had in your kitchen lately...did you win? Do you have scars? Was it worth it?