Ever since my new cooker arrived nearly a month ago, I’ve been putting off that fateful moment when I would make my first kate-flour yellow butter cake in one of its ovens. What if it didn’t work? What if the cake pitted, collapsed and otherwise wimped out? What if … how horrible, but … what if … my old cooker was better ….?
There, I’ve said it, the thought that has been haunting me.
There would be no going back. M, T, the cat and I waved goodbye to our old cooker last week. We couldn’t just install it somewhere in the corner of the garage for those special, ‘butter cake’ moments.
Oh, the agonies.
So, you see, for me this isn’t just ‘yet-another-photo-of-one-of-those-cakes’. This afternoon, M and I (with a little ‘help’ from T 😉 ) baked a miracle no less wonderful to us than our first-ever successes with kate flour.