We’re midway through the week and already Molly has whipped up a batch of scones, a loaf of crusty white bread, a pan of chocolate macaroons, and a chicken picnic pie.
It’s Spring Bake with Molly B and I need to pump up my workouts or loosen my belt.
A self-described “stress-baker”, Molly also likes to wind down by firing up the oven.
“I have a little headache,” she said Sunday morning. “I’m going to make some bread.”
She came home from college Friday and, less than 30 minutes after hurling her bags into her bedroom, she started rumbling around the kitchen.
“I think I’ll whip up a batch of scones for St. Paddy’s Day,” she said.
“Dad and I are trying to stay away from that kind of stuff,” I said with embarrassing bravado.
“I’ll just bring them to the party I’m going to tonight,” she said.
Yada Yada Yada…I slathered a big scone with homemade strawberry jam and wolfed down the whole thing.
We didn’t even pretend with the bread because we were all starving when it came out of the oven. Between the three of us, the loaf lasted less than an hour.
“I haven’t been buying bread,” I said feebly, licking the last few buttery crumbs off my lips.
“I know,” Molly said soothingly. “It’s okay.”
Just watching Molly prepare the macaroons set my taste buds salivating. She improvised, made her own walnut flour, and used a martini shaker cap to draw the cookie patterns on parchment paper.
I thought they looked perfect. She said they lacked a foot. We didn’t have a whole lot of time to analyze, though, because I popped one in my mouth and it was so delicious I had to have another.
Fortunately, I snapped a quick picture because that batch didn’t last long either.
Last night she introduced us to picnic pie, a layered delicacy you lift out of a pan and slice like bread. Oh. My!
Dear God, it’s only Wednesday! I’m equally terrified and tantalized by what the rest of the week might bring.