Friday, January 29, 2010

Baker Baker

Baker Baker
Baking a cake
Make me a day
Make me whole again
And I wonder
What's in a day
What's in your cake this time

Even those are Tori Amos lyrics I promise this blog isn't going to make you want to slit your wrists. Why? Because it's about baking! And who doesn't love some flour-y sugar-y deliciousness on an icky winter day? I should stop right here and say that by default, I'm not a baker. I don't really have the patience for it, the counter space for it, and certainly NOT the caloric discretion for it. And yet for years - let's say 15 - I've needed nothing more than I've needed a pastry blender.

If you have ever had to cut cold butter into flour when baking, using two knives like the ginzu guy at hibachi, you too know that it is a rather suckdiggity experience. Mostly because, for me, I'm a precision guy. I want all of the little butter crumbs to be exactly the same size and I don't want to run the risk of one muffin being more buttery than the other (waitforit, waitforit ... THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!) and so, the other day, I took this yearning bull by the horns and slung my butt into Bed, Bath and Beyond and emerged with an Oxo Good Grips Pastry Cutter in hand.

Armed with my 4-cup Pyrex measuring pitcher (acquired a few months back), and a new silicon baking mat, let's just say there will be no chipped teeth on this summer's poolside confections because I am completely bumping it up a notch with my baking skills. Recognize!

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