I get into these moods where I want to bake something, anything.
There's something about the smell of bakers yeast in the morning.
I like to cook stuff, any stuff from oatmeal to ox tail soup.
Most of the time things come out great except when I bake.
I can count on both hands and toes but I'm a cook and
when it comes to measuring ingredients not so good.
I tried to bake something only to pull out of the oven
what ever it was supposed to be and into the compost bin.
This morning I tried to bake some of grandma's
home made baking powder biscuits, sounds simple enough.
Some flour, shortening, baking powder, Salt and water.
Turns out I made home made baking powder hockey pucks.
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