practice, practice

I love to cook, I really do but some days it's just not meant to be. Like last Friday. Last Friday I decided that I had better start practicing the mini cheesecakes that I need to make for a friend's wedding (hey Amy, hey Zac). Let's just say, wow that didn't go well.

I've never used the new mixer for cheesecake and quickly discovered that the paddle attachment is sub par for this task and I should have chosen the whisk. Then I dropped an entire egg, with shell into the mixer and had to fish it out with my hands. I'm sure every wedding guest would love to know that. Then I forgot to add the cornstarch. To top it all off I over baked them. Even with all their mistakes I would never throw them away, surely someone would love to eat them. I was right, Jim says "You didn't throw the mistakes away, did you?" No never, here they are...enjoy.



I practiced again on Saturday because I said I would make dessert for bible study on Sunday and my 12 messed up cheesecakes were not going to be enough. Not enough in volume and not enough in deliciousness.

It was much better. Whisk, no shells, cornstarch, 10 minutes less baking time, and wonderful.