I baked again. If you like the mystery of not knowing whether your goods will in fact ever bake and you enjoy poking at a goopy oven confection for hours, you're gonna love this. And more's the better if, once you finally give up on cooking, if you like continuing to poke at said goods, wondering if they'll ever be solid enough to cut up and if they'll taste any good. *SPOILER ALERT*!!!! The goods in this story do end up tasting not bad at all...
It all starts here:
|Flour with mixed spices and a pinch of salt / lemon curd / sugar / eggs / white chocolate / meringue|
I should probably have said - I was making lemon meringue blondies (I'm told white brownies are called blondies. I like to think of them as the MJ of the brownie world). There wasn't a recipe. It was just guess work. Hence the didn't-want-to-bake gloop.
|Melt white chocolate / Stir in lemon curd / Stir in sugar|
|White wine. Nice New Zealand Sauv Blanc.|
|Beat in the eggs /Add some vanilla essence.|
And the mixture is mooshy again. Lubed. Phew!
|Pour half the mixture on a greased, lines pan / add broken up meringue|
|It looks totally fucking edible! Even under clingfilm.|
*What Would Keith Floyd Do?
**obviously this is a wild exaggeration and if you bake for a week and burn your house down I shall a) not be held responsible and b) not worry about being held responsible as you'd clearly be far too stupid to do anything about pursuing me anyway.