Flour, sugar, and not falling over.

[mrissa]

I miss baking. I want to make chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, and our recipe for chocolate cake involves boiling things on the stove before mixing them with the flour and sugar, so it's really not something I feel safe doing at this stage of the vertigo. I also want to make oatmeal raisin spice cookies. And scones. And the first strawberry shortcakes and the first strawberry crisp of the season. Note that this is not the same thing as missing baked goods. My mom is where I got this stuff, and my mom is ten minutes away, and if I said, "Momma, could I have one of our chocolate cakes? Because I think I might actually be hungry for that," then poof! there would be chocolate cake. But I am not hungry for that. I want to do the bit where you make it. And that is where my interest ends.

Sigh.

Comments

[columbina.livejournal.com]

You know, it's a funny thing. I have been wanting to do the operational bits of baking something, but not really have to think about the process. I just want to be directed, you know, "now put this in that, and stir that," and so on. When I read the first two sentences of your post I was thinking, "Gee, I wish I could get over there and be designated hitter for Mrissa." By the time I got to the end I realized that, even were that possible, that would not suffice.

So, um, yeah. No point really except that I sympathize.

I don't have this impulse to get my hands into the cooking process (metaphorically, or, in the case of meatloaf or pie crust, literally) very often, and I'm not sure what causes it.

I haven't actually made a cake in years, because the problem with making a cake is that then you have a *whole cake* and the two of us cannot consume a whole cake in any reasonable timeframe, and throwing out cake is odious to my beliefs.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Hmm. When I want to do something without having to think about the progress, the last thing I want is the other monkeys bossing me. What that means I want is something like bomber bars that I can make not just from memory but from that thing beyond memory, where you don't have to remember it, because you can just do it.

Throwing out cake is odious, and this is the reason for having parties (dinner or otherwise): so that you can have the things you want and other people will make sure they don't go completely to waste.

[columbina.livejournal.com]

Having people over for dinner is an even scarier prospect than wasting cake.