A little Apple-Cinnamon cupcake-y muffin, anyone?
A blast to the past now, shall we?
I vividly remember baking my first banana oats muffins. They came out soggy, under-baked, and tasting oatmeal-y. I think I was supposed to use oat flour, but I didn’t grind the oats.
I remember baking my first cake. Who cared for directions, I just added the ingredients, dry and wet, in random order, and scrapped the result before anyone at home saw it.
I remember making my first frosting. I used granular sugar. Enough said.
I gave up baking for a while because of a series of failures and the PTSD that followed. Then I tasted a colleague’s apple cinnamon muffins, and oh-my-dear-God, the caramelized apple melting in my mouth, the smell of cinnamon wafting through the whole office… I clearly remember that day. It was one of my favorite days ever.
Thana really inspired me to bake, in spite of the failed attempts; she encouraged me that there was no rocket science involved. Then I did what I do best, read, read, and read. Read all possible tip, tricks, and nuances to avoid all possible things that can go wrong. I then started baking when I was desperate to feed my very picky eater anything to keep him filled for a while.
I dedicate this post to Thana.
Thana, I love you for the confidence you have given me, in baking and otherwise. Your daughter is one lucky little baby. Thank you, and lots of love.