In my attempts to spit out half-way decent posts for the Writing Workshops this week, I forgot to mention an accomplishment.. I actually baked a Cinnamon Coffee Cake from scratch this past weekend.
It’s sad, isn’t it, that I have to point out that I actually used real flour and everything? Haha.
It actually turned out pretty good. I think it’s a little dry, but both AMP and The Brother-in-Law both say that it tastes great.
I wanted to make it with fresh apples for a little more moisture to it, but couldn’t be bothered going to the store when I realized I had all the other ingredients I needed right at home, but I’m going to try that next time.
I was pretty happy with myself that I stepped out of my comfort zone and tried at least.
Now, for the big challenge… Replicating my mother’s amazing tiramisu for a ‘International’ themed get-together next week.. :S Have I mentioned yet how nerve-wracking it is for me to cook for other people?!
The Undomestic Housewife 