For the past year or so I've been slowly learning how to bake. My first step was making breakfast waffles from a box mix. I was whisking water, eggs, waffle mix and some oil. It was easy and satisfying, and it got me into the kitchen, but it was only the mechanics of baking.
My next step in proper baking was making simple breads. I progressed to the stand mixer, and learned to work with yeast, dough and the oven. My wife, an expert baker, let me flail about in the kitchen, forcing
me to trust the recipes. When things felt ambiguous, I called her over
for consulting.
I then learned how to make basic pies: key lime pie, chocolate cream pie, and pumpkin pie. More skills are brought to bear, but overall baking is about multitasking. While the crust is baking, the filling can be prepared, or vice versa. Even two or three things are a lot to juggle as a beginner.
I wish I had started baking earlier. Learning to bake has given me a deeper appreciation of my wife's cooking
abilities. She has an immense amount of cooking and baking experience, and she applies it every day. I'm now glad I can help with dessert.
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
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