(Source: caffeinated-butterfly, via foodfuckery)

Surprisingly, sometimes things just work out.

At least in terms of baking. I still need to be convinced that this theory can carry over to larger life plans.

It being Christmas, I had lots of baking to do, and it being winter break, I had lots of time to do it, so I decided to take on some labor intensive recipes that I’ve always assumed I wouldn’t be able to pull-off. On Christmas Eve, I made French bread (True Life: I Have a Fear of Yeast), a buche de noel, and French macarons. On Christmas morning, I made pumpkin cinnamon rolls. And all of them turned out! Maybe not perfect, but pretty damn good, and far from the disaster I expected, in spite of the involvement of yeast and/or egg whites, things that in the past I have considered to be finicky bitches.

Succeeding at my self-induced challenge was a nice little Christmas present to myself, and I’m excited to keep expanding my baking repertoire. I will be posting recipes for the buche de noel and potentially macarons very soon, but in the meantime I thought I’d share my little kitchen life lesson.

PS: I am currently well on my way to getting over my fear of yeast. It’s partly encouraged by the fact that kneading dough burns all the calories of consuming bread. (No questioning. It definitely does.)