I like eating baked sweets a lot. As in, this is me:
Credit: “The God of Cake,” Hyperbole and a Half.
My savory tooth does not compare to my sweet one. But as for baking, I’m coming to terms with my being a quick bread kind of girl. My impulses to bake seem strangely detached from the patience and discipline necessary to bake well. I also think that, in contrast to cooking, baking doesn’t really enhance my gustatory appreciation for the end product. And I actively enjoy going to a bakery, eyeing the selection on display, and diving into my carefully chosen good. I think I actually might find that process more fulfilling than baking, and I say that while fully cognizant of how lame it sounds.
I realized my lameness this morning, while attempting to bake this apple upside down cake. Overall, it wasn’t bad. The bottom came out with a consistency more like apple sauce than caramelized apples, but the cake part was good and the taste was there. The addition of cornmeal is an interesting twist and something I’ll keep in mind for the future. For some reason, though, I felt let down. I was eager to taste it but lost interest in it quickly after I did and had deemed it edible. There was no lingering sense of satisfaction. I didn’t even think it worth photographing. Maybe I’ve just never baked something I liked enough that it stuck with me in the way that the stout chili from a couple weeks ago did. Readers, what do you think?