Why Can’t I Bake?

One of Lars’ favorite desserts (okay, and mine) is blondies. I became obsessed with them when Kate generously brought them into the office in her cute little tupperware and set them on her desk for all to partake in. I usually partook. Twice. (or Thrice!). Well, since moving to Ann Arbor I have tried NUMEROUS times to recreate the magic blondie–not only with Kate’s undoubtedly superior recipe but also with the Joy of Cooking’s recipe; America’s Test Kitchen Recipe (which is way more complicated than its worth) and random blondie joe schmoe recipe off the interwebs. Fail. Always fail. Lars is kind and tells me they are usually just fine and he always eats the lumpy gooey non-bready mess regardless. (After all, even as a mess, its just butter, brown sugar and chocolate chips at its core!). Still–I wish I could bake. I don’t know what’s wrong–I try different baking pans; cooling racks; parchment paper v tin foil. It always ends up a mess! I’d like to blame my oven but its digital so I think its the right temperature. ARGH. We are destined to eat gooey masses and buy from Costco when bake sales are in effect. Sorry Bjorn & Lars–I have failed you as a mother and a wife, for I cannot bake, no matter how hard I try.

But let’s all take a moment to be nostalgic about Kate’s endless supply of baked goods on her desk at Calit2. It wasn’t just blondies, friends! Buttercream frosting cupcakes. Shortbread. Oh, memories.

3 Responses to “Why Can’t I Bake?”

  1. ginny says:

    espresso brownies! oatmeal walnut chocolate chip cookies! Oh Calit2 people, I miss you and all your baked goods.

  2. Erika says:

    great. now I want a blondie. thanks! :)

  3. kate says:

    Oh, you people, I miss you. And you are just too kind about my baking problem. And a problem it is. However, I have heard from people who are good cooks, but not good bakers (I have the reverse problem) that the issue is in the measurement or in whether or not the baking soda/powder are fresh. I think, though, that the real solution is that we need to make blondies together, which means we need to be in the same place. Sigh. Let’s make baking an activity next time we’re together. I don’t think the boys will mind.

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