Mar
7
The time has come, friends, for complete and utter honesty. I am here to confess to you, my closest Internets peeps, that I am having a love affair.OH YES. A capital-L-Love-Affair.
I know, it comes as a shock to you. But it is true. For I must confess to you, RIGHT HERE AND NOW, that I am IN LOVE. With TASTY BAKED GOODS.
Specifically, baked goods with BUTTERMILK in them.Yes. Buttermilk. Not something most people bake with, I think; at least, not so much here. I know buttermilk is big in the US. Anyway, I only fairly recently came to worship at The Temple of Buttermilk, and now I am a CONVERT.
I had not baked with buttermilk for my entire life, until a few years ago. I tried a few things at first. Buttermilk bread. Pancakes (all right, not baking, but cooking. Whatevs.) Biscuits. Bran muffins (RANA YOU ENABLER YOU WITH YOUR TASTY BRAN MUFFINS WITH BUTTERMILK IN THEM WHY NOT JUST SAY “HERE, HAVE THIS CRACK”???).
But recently, it has been coffeecake. Sweet, spicy coffeecake, moist with buttermilk, and scented with cinnamon and nutmeg, and a topping of pecans and streusel… How am I to RESIST the siren song, I ask you? So I made some on the weekend. It was (and still is, for it is not finished yet) delectable, warmed ever so slightly with a dollop of whipped cream on top.
YES I SAID DOLLOP WHAT OF IT YOU DON’T KNOW MY BAKED GOODS I SAID GOOD DAY TO YOU SIR.
They have all been such tasty morsels, but there was something missing.
SCONES. I needed to make scones.
So today, I made orange cranberry scones. The whole house was fragrant with citrus. They were rough cut into triangles and came out all golden and flaky. PERFECT with a cup of tea.
They seem to be life’s perfect Baked Goods.
And yet, as I looked at them, warm and fragrant and cooling on a rack, my mind wandered. And I thought….
“Ooooh… SODA BREAD!”
I am OUT OF CONTROL.
My husband, the Type II Diabetic, has been understanding of my Love Affair so far, because work has been OMG STRESSFUL and who doesn’t like a little delicious sumpin’ sumpin’ after a long stressful day at work? But I fear soon he’s going to be all OMGSTOP YOU MENTAL PATIENT YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH BAKING. Which is true because if there’s one thing that is bad for a diabetic it’s all that flour and sugar in the guise of Tastiness, calling out to you from the countertop.
And let’s face it. I could do with less myself.
But spring is coming, and with it the warm weather. And it will soon be time for fresh produce and gardening and being outside, and baking will not have a place in a busy outdoors day.
Oh well. It was bound to happen. Best put a few things aside in the freezer for a rainy day.
