Let’s be honest. My Christmas cooking was a big disappointment and personal failure. Probably because I hardly ever cook meals for eight people. And by “hardly ever”, I mean Never. I didn’t even bother cooking the peach, pear, passionfruit crumble. Just as well, because when I baked a mini-crumble at home later from the unused topping, that was a fail too.
How can one possibly fail at baking one of the easiest desserts ever??? Easy. You use the wrong type of sugar – the type that burns instead of melts into crumbly goodness. So a large container of crumble topping has sat in the fridge mocking me ever since. Until this morning when it occurred to me that it was basically cake mix. Flour, butter, sugar, and some shredded coconut. All that was missing was two eggs, milk, and some oil.
So I figured, what the heck, and added the missing ingredients. Because if you’re gonna Fail, do it big.
Half an hour later, this was the result.
One cut later, and I’m calling this a Success. Texture and colour are good, it’s cooked all the way through, and it tastes ok. Baking confidence restored.
Which made me think of this.
“As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.” It sums up the feeling of this morning’s triumph over adversity. Except for the lying, stealing, cheating, killing part. And that Scarlett hasn’t actually triumphed yet. But you get the idea.