I love holiday baking . I actually love baking any day .But
holidays are especially convenient since there are no immediate lesson plans or
assignments that need my attention .
I cook with all my
heart . So what I need is absolute peace of mind to whip up something special. The whole process fascinates me , or
even the thought of the process, which involves measuring out the ingredients ,
mixing them in the correct order , whipping the eggs to a fluffiness or the
cream to the required thickness .Then watching the outcome patiently through
the glass door of the oven , waiting to see, the gentle rising of the cake , or
the bread . The sheer sight of it makes
me feel like an expectant mother viewing a sonogram.
The only thing we fight about at home is my reluctance to
invite my husband’s friends at home for dinner or lunch. My husband calls me
asocial and a sociopath. I am not really that , but on a regular weekend , I am
not exactly relaxed to cook for people. When I cook, I need to know what you
like. I prefer thinking about the person
I am cooking for ; not about the action plan I have to complete for the weekend
. For me cooking involves love and passion and if you get an invite from me to
dine at home, then you can be sure. Yes, I love you .
I am an introvert and
having friendly conversations with strangers terrifies me . Hence I avoid such
situations .No offense meant .
Today I decided to bake cinnamon and raisin bread for
dinner. After all, vacation is for unconventional meals. The aroma and taste of cinnamon bread
is to die for .I roll my bread dough tightly with a layer of cinnamon powder
and sugar sprinkled, which would give the bread a lovely brown streak when sliced.
To go along with it, I have my crispy baked chicken which
was indeed the fourth item on Phinnaeus vacation baking list .
And here it is .