Or Saturday, or Wednesday, or whatever, I don’t mean for this to be an edict.
For the past few weeks my oven hasn’t been working. While David is proficient with the grill and the stir-fries I can only really cook using an oven, so I was fairly sadpanda for a while. Then we had to play the waiting game with the electricians, who ramped up the use of the good old “we’ll be there tomorrow at 2pm – SUCKAH! We’re not coming!” joke to ‘hilarious’ effect.
I was left flopping about like some low-rent solo version of Waiting for Godot – all “I waited today but they did not come! Will they come tomorrow?”
They finally came and swapped out the element, leaving me to cook! or bake! or just heat up the oven because I could! And I realised how much I love baking and how much I have missed it, not just in the past few weeks but for ages.
So Baking Sunday was born. I scoured my baking books and decided on Chocolate Praline Fancies as the first offering, and omg nom. I make the mistake of licking the beaters after I’d whipped up the praline butter cream and then had to physically restrain myself from lunging at the bowl mouth-first. Divine.
I’m fairly easy on exactly what ‘baking’ entails – the recipe for Rocky Road, for example, contains stuff from packets with melted chocolate on top and I’m fine with that as ‘baking’. So the Faux Chocolate Puddings would totally count at baking:
These are Mallowpuffs (or Royals if you’re in Australia) with some white icing, a jaffa for the berry and some green jelly confectionary for the holly leaves. They taste about how you’d expect such a concoction to taste (nice but weird and very, very sweet) but they look cute and I think they’d be really good for an office xmas tea occasion.