Let’s talk about the weather.
I love the idea of a lazy rainy day. Grey skies and wet sidewalks equal spending a little extra time under covers in the morning, watching movies and TV all day long, the smell of ooey gooey cookies wafting out of the oven. This sounds like a good day to me.
Well, it sounded like a good day to me, until we got a million rainy days in a row. Honestly by then I just wanted to go to the beach, the thick layer of clouds finally parting to reveal bright blue sky. I wanted that more than anything.
But thaaat didn’t happen. Instead I was stuck inside, again,and bored out of my mind. Not okay.
This has been a reoccurring conversation with my little brother for the past couple of weeks:
You know what you should make?
I really think you should make these.
They would be so good.
What do you want me to make?
And then we repeat the same conversation the next day. I was getting tired of it. I caved.
So, these fudgesicles are for you, Jacob.
Okay guys [takes a deep breath] lets do this.
I spent a long time thinking about what I wanted my first real post to be. Did I want to share my favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe? Did I want to make cupcakes? Did I want to make something really fancy like a souffle (secret: they’re actually not) to woo everyone over? I decided against all of those.
Summer is my favorite time of year for baking. A lot of people disagree because of the hot oven situation. And although I totally feel that (because really, who wants to be sweating as they’re making cookies?) some of the best ingredients are available in the summertime. I’m a fruit kind of girl. Chocolate and peanut butter and hazelnuts and peppermint are delicious and all, but fruity desserts are my favorites. Especially if those desserts involve berries. And pie dough.
You can’t see me, but I’m waving at you right now. I guess introductions are in order, yes?
I’m Nia. I’m 17 years old, and I really like to bake.
I don’t know when it happened exactly, but at some point not too long ago I decided that baking was something I was very interested in. I mean, I’ve always been into food and cooking. I have fond memories of hanging out in the kitchen with my mom, watching her make dinner and maybe even cleaning the ends off of string beans. During the holidays I’d get to help cut out cookies and decorate them with sprinkles, but honestly, I was much more interested in the whole eating part of cooking.
But then one day, it clicked. I don’t know how, but more and more I wanted to bake. I craved the act of scooping cookie dough or frosting cupcakes. Whipping egg whites just made sense. I think there is something comforting about baking. There is stability to it. Creaming butter and sugar is creaming butter and sugar. There is nothing more to it. And when you beat the two together, you are undoubtedly going to make something delicious. Kneading bread or rolling out pie dough has a comforting feeling, a muscle memory of sorts.
With all of that in mind (and sorry for my gushing, guys), this blog is just a place where I can share my love of baking with you. And maybe even convince you to love baking, too.
So keep your eyes out for new posts! I’m really excited about this.
Over and out.