Raising the question “what should I bake?” is a dangerous task at the best of times. It puts one in a particularly perilous position. What if one actually doesn’t want to make what is suggested, and in some cases demanded (I’m looking at you here, little sis)? You’d think I’d have learned by now. Hmph. Not the case. My younger sister’s response is often obscure, vague, or difficult and downright complicated to make. In her world of baked goods time-frames and effort required don’t exist. Dad’s tends to border on predictable, if not repetitive. Old favourites such as Bran Muffins or Zucchini Bread. The Brampton ‘classics’. When I raised the question with S and B mid last week I honestly didn’t know what response to expect. Conventional? Complicated? Kooky? Where does the Italian ‘cake’ Panforte sit? Somewhere amongst all three. Continue reading
Taste Without Waste 