At last count, I've baked three cakes, one round of shortbread and four dozen cookies in the last week and a half. I'd like to pretend I've been honing my cookie making techniques and whittling down recipes in preparation for a maniacal Christmas cookie-making frenzy. Or that I've been busy mailing off care packages to the soldiers being forced to fight that ridiculous sham of a war in Iraq, or hand baking treats to take to the hospital for the children who can't go trick or treating this year.
(WHOA! Jesus! This was just supposed to be another carefree, self-denigrating post about one of my bad habits, but instead my imagination has got me feeling all guilty for not having done either of those last two things, ever, or even having thought of doing them before today. I just obviously suck at being a good person, but I can do better. I mean it. I sense a New Year's resolution coming on.)
So, back to me. (We never left, you say? Too true.) I haven't been doing any of those alternately obsessive or virtuous things. Instead, the reason I've baked so much lately is far more banal (was there ever any doubt?) It's all about avoiding my responsibilities. That's right: I bake as a form of mad procrastination.
It's been this way ever since I started working at home. Got a story to research and interviews to do? How about a chocolate cake? Time to sit down and edit a first draft? I'll bet Mr. Food Musings would love a lemon tart for dinner! Deadline just around the corner? I'd better dig out every cookie recipe I've clipped in the last decade and make them all. Today.
But there's no denying that my fiendish procrastination has its upside. Namely, yummy treats for me, Mr. Food Musings, his office mates and anyone else who happens along my path when I'm desperate to offload some of my sugary progeny. I highly recommend the oh-so buttery chocolate shortbread (and if you can get your icing to look as perfect as Martha's, lemme know what you did).
The pumpkin-chocolate chip-oatmeal cookies seemed like the perfect thing to bake for a Halloween party, and they turned out uber-moist and rather addictive, considering their odd coloring. (Note: in my temperamental oven, it took 17 minutes per batch rather than the 10-12 allotted in the recipe.)
Next up? Chocolate-peanut-cinnamon cookies. And then I'll get down to business. Promise and pinky swear.