For the second time in three days, I have failed to make a blogpost before midnight. Why? I was baking. I was caught up in the whirring of the mixer, the precision of the measurements, the baking time and results. Instead of watching the clock, I was minding the oven.
And in the midst of my “maker’s space”, I changed the words to the Eagles’ classic jam, Hotel California, and share it with you for fun and posterity!
In the space called my kitchen, spatula in my hand, there are warm smells of chocolate, and the sounds of a band. Looking over the orders, and I think to myself, I will not be getting any sleep, as I work just like Santa’s elf. Oven timer chiming, for the 100th time, I could use a Diet Coke, but if I drink, I won’t finish my rhyme. Cooling racks of cookies, and a cake and a pie, there are so many sweets here here, you couldn’t eat them all if you try!
Welcome to the Sinkford Kitchen Comp’ny. It’s a lovely place, for you to stuff your face. We’re baking it up at the Sinkford Kitchen Comp’ny. So don’t be surprised, if you increase your size!
Some bake to remember, some bake and forget!
Mother's Finest Bulldogs 