A Comedy of Errors
I had lots of plans this past weekend. They included going to yoga, having lunch with a friend and baking for Rosh Hashanah. However what often happens when you make plans? Things don’t always turn out the way you intend. Rather than doing all of the fun things mentioned above, I wound-up laid-up with a cold for three days. This meant no fun except for lots of All in the Family reruns and homemade soup from H. I therefore went to Rosh Hashanah dinner with no baked goods and a feeling of disappointment.
The next day, I found myself with free time in the afternoon. So what did I do? I decided to set things right and enter the kitchen. I chose this recipe from Martha Stewart with the intention of baking an apple cake that H and I could enjoy after dinner. However a few problems. First, I had no springform pan. I really have no idea how to maintain them. Two down and two broken. After last year’s mishap, I wasn’t about to risk it. H and I went on a small search around the neighborhood but none were to be found. I therefore decided to use what I had and see what happened. Worst case, I’d have an interesting tale to tell you.
So I copied the recipe and moved into the kitchen. At 6 months pregnant, I definitely think I’m experiencing the fun syndrome known as placenta head. First, I misread the baking powder measurements and only added half of the needed amount. Of course I realized this error after the batter had been poured over the shredded apples and into the pan. So I scrapped my first batch and started again. I’d say peeling (apples, potatoes, carrots) is my most hated kitchen chore, but I was willing to peel twice in order to make a good cake. And then I did it again – I misread the ingredients for a second time and only added one rather than two eggs into the batter. At this point, I was done. I wasn’t about to peel apples for a third time. Plus, since I was already risking it with the wrong type of pan, I figured I’d roll my dice some more.
The result? Not so bad. The cake was pretty moist and it hit the spot. I wonder what would’ve happened if I had actually followed the recipe…