I’m pretty sure almost everyone has had the problem of bookmarking a particular recipe with every intention of bringing it onto the dinner table the soonest possible, but somehow when the most opportune time arrives, you probably will end up with something much different from what you intended. And no, I’m not talking about those less-successful baking episodes.
I bake whimsically. Either
(a) to satisfy my own cravings,
(b) to scratch those I-wonder-what-they-taste-like itches, or
(c) to fulfill the requests of loved ones.
This time round, it was (d) all of the above.
