there's something innately pleasing about taking raw ingredients and creating something sweet (and sometimes wholesome too). i'm always amazed at how butter and sugar can combine into a thick creamy paste. all that's needed is a bit of force. that's the bit i can do. the gentle folding of flour is a technique i've yet to master. i can't separate egg whites either. oh, and i'm quite lackadaisical about strictly following a recipe. i hate using the sieve too. i'm really good at licking the spoon clean though.
for the past two days the smell of freshly baked bread and burnt currents has lingered in the air. i've been binge baking. i don't know what's caused this, maybe the purchase of the china tea cup. or maybe, because it's just so satisfying. but the most pleasing part is the sharing. even the blackened edges of the tea loaf taste good when there's two of you.