I’m kind of surprised that these taquitos didn’t end up a complete dog’s breakfast. You see, yesterday my brain took a holiday from cooking mode. A rare occasion, I’m telling you. Gawd, most of my dreams are about food and nightmares involve someone stealing my baking equipment. Lame, I know. So weirdness aside, without my permission my brain decided to take leave of all basic cooking instincts. First, I spattered chunks of frozen berry all over myself when making a smoothie for breakfast. Who knew that you needed liquid to puree hard ingredients in a hand blender? Well I actually did know that. Unfortunately my wits were on sabbatical. I guess it did serve as good but messy reminder. Secondly, I almost killed off the yeast in my Chelsea Buns. Someone thought it would be a good idea to reduce electricity usage and prove the dough in the sun, rather than in a very low oven. That someone then became so absorbed in her university research that she failed to see that the sun had moved and the dough was sitting in the shade. Thirty minutes later that same someone emerged from the computer screen to discover that the dough had not risen and was quite, quite cold. Cue cursing. Luckily the yeast valiantly decided to hold in there and the dough proved fine once I reverted back to the more ‘conventional’ method. The buns were slightly heavier than usual but still super tasty, which was a relief. After that episode I was rather apprehensive about cooking dinner – who knew what stupid thing I would do next? Continue reading
