I’m braindead today, so I asked my wife what to write about. It has been a long day filled with exams and online meetings. Everything is wonderful. Except my brain. That one’s just destroyed.
So my wife’s response was to write something about the difference between the two of us in dealing with the complexities of baking or cooking.
She’s baking a cake as we speak. It had caramel, foamed egg whites, all that sort of stuff. This always works just fine, but today for some reason it wouldn’t work. I return from putting our son to bed, to find her sort of cursing at the egg whites. They had started separating. Apparently the caramel had also given her trouble, but she had ignored that and that had somehow solved the issue. About the egg situation, I gave her the best advice I could come up with. Just stir ‘em through anyway. She kept on cursing at the rest of the batter while spooning in the separated egg goo. And I kept on being a naïve optimist about it until we both agreed that the resulting batter looked pretty good*.
The difference between her and me? I read the recipe…**
——————————————————————————————————————* I have yet to taste the result, but I’m also optimistic about that!
** But we are both pretty good in the kitchen, so in the end it all doesn’t matter man…