I stay up way past my bedtime, on school nights, when I’m exhausted and irritable, dreaming or creating recipes.
My parent’s think I’m a visionary.
I stay up way past my bedtime, on school nights, when I’m exhausted and irritable, and most of the time hungry to carefully craft the anecdotes that go with my recipes.
The woman who read my palm thinks I should take care of myself.
I stay up way past my bedtime, on school nights, when I’m exhausted and irritable, hungry, and battling a migraine/allergies/chest pain because I like to bake for others and would rather stress myself out to bring someone a heavenly bite.
I am fully aware that all these statements are partially true, but not entirely.
I just think I’m a perfectionist. I may be creative, but my methods are type A. I like devising plans, using exact measurements; I even take the time to sift. (And lets face it; my patience is tested time and time again when it comes to sifting…)
My roommates also think that out of my staff of 15, they were all born two weeks apart because I seem to be making them birthday cakes every other week. You could be fooled to think this, but the dates and ages of my staff make that presumption highly unlikely and 100% impossible. There are a couple clusters around the same time, so there will be a month or two here and there of baking frenzy.
What I’ve learned while baking for my wonderful staff is that they’re all different. They want different things and have different ideas as to the perfect birthday dessert. Some of them have specific ideas; others let me use my imagination. And while I may be up past my bedtime, on a school night, exhausted, irritable, hungry, and in some sort of physical pain, I truly enjoy baking for them. They are happy to be the guinea pigs and try some of the crazy concoctions that come out of Pegleg Penny’s Test Kitchen. At the end of the day they deserve a special treat. They work hard, have fun, and the reality is, they make my life a lot easier. If I didn’t have such a strong team I would probably be in a zoned out state where bad elevator music plays on repeat. (Although, I’m sure they would be happy to send me to that state sometimes.)
They’re a good bunch and I’ve learned that the best motivator and the best way I can show my appreciation is through their stomachs.
And so we come to Craig...
This is what our pre-cake interview sounded like (in my head): Me: Craig, what kind of cake do you want for your birthday? Craig: That’s really tough. Let me think about it. (Insert 2-day pause.) Me: So Craig, did you think about your cake? What do you want or like or do you have any requirements? Craig: Well, I want the cake to trump all birthday cakes. I want – ice cream, chocolate, Snickers, 3 Musketeers, coffee, bananas, ginger ale, peanut butter, applesauce, Oreos, something with mint. I want it to have all my favorite things. I also want it to look like the Coliseum. Me: (Insert jaw drop, look of disbelief, and portray a rather sick, but challenged feeling. I felt I had met my match – that was it – my baking days were over.) There’s no way I can do that. Craig: You can do anything. You’re Princess Amazing! (I'm not joking - sometimes he calls me Princess Amazing and it's like this animated, mocking, 1985 face he puts on and it's hilarious and awesome...) Me: Craig – that’s too many things. First of all, we don’t have a freezer so ice cream is automatically out and it’s just too much. Pick one crazy topping or flavor and I’ll see what I can do. Craig: Can I pick two? Me: One. (Insert an additional daylong pause.) Me: Have you decided on my secret ingredient? Craig: Oreos. I love Oreos. They’re my favorite cookies.
If you've ever met Craig you know that he likes facts. It's not as important if they're true or false, just so there's some sort of research/validation behind the statement. So I had to do some serious research on the Oreo cookie.
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