Since I left school, I’ve not baked till of late. I got a new convection oven sometime last year & it sat there waiting patiently for me to start my baking. I was cool, of course. But it was my friends who got impatient & decided to come to my house to Break My Oven!
My good friends Juliet & Elena came during Chinese New Year to bake my fave Pineapple Tarts. J had to carry most of the baking “equipment” to my place cause I don’t own any. LOL! That’s why I always say I’ve the nicest friends on earth.
Both J & E are almost professional bakers. Juliet makes lovely cakes while Elena makes the most delicious Pineapple Tarts for me every year. I took it for granted & got lazy. Why do I need to learn how to bake when I’ve friends who would bake goodies for me?
3 of us tested the oven & I wouldn’t say it was 100% successful that day. We’d hiccups along the way cause they were not familiar with my oven. But at the end of the day, we’d fun & some tasty pineapple tarts to eat.
Months past after that. My oven was tolerant of my ignorance. I didn’t totally neglect my convection oven; I use it often for microwaving, grilling & baking stuff like seafood, gratin etc. I just can’t bake stuff like cakes. There's no motivation for me to even try.
Then came another fateful day. I was craving for Pineapple Tarts even though it’s not Chinese New Year. So another baker friend of mine, told me she’d just tried a new recipe: Pineapple Tarts with Cheese! That got me really excited.
So my dear Doris took the day off from work, carried her electric mixer etc & we started our “Playdoh” session. We bonded our 30-yr-old friendship through kneading & moulding the pineapple & dough. Then we sent our first few batches of pineapple tarts into the oven. Guess what?
To our horrid, they came out burnt, @ 180 – 150 deg C settings! Reluctantly, we’d to throw away few trays of our hardwork. I’d no idea what went wrong. I’ve no problem baking seafood etc but when it comes to baking stuff like that, it just failed me :< I’m really lousy. My oven hates me!!
In between our “Playdoh” hours, D let me play with the dough when we had some leftover. I was in my crazy mood again & started “massaging” the dough into shapes of animals. My son was born in the year of the Pig & look what I came out with………
A Pig & Sow! Thank God these Pigs weren’t in the first few batches & they came out beautifully. D was full of praises & I was proud of it too. Hahaha! At least there was a fruitful outcome.
My family loves the Pineapple Tarts with Cheese. It was something different from the usual. As the recipe was from a professional baker, D & I aren't allowed to post it out. All I can say is we’d added Parmesan Cheese both inside & outside the dough. You can see the cheese on top of the piggies' heads :)
I’m so ashamed as I’m surrounded by baker friends, often showing off their fanciful cakes & cookies. I often wondered when I’ll be able to join their league.
So can I go solo? No way! I’m still having phobia. Besides, I'm a complete idiot when it comes to baking! Perhaps I should just sit & wait to be served.