high-bar baking

Once upon a time, I had a friend say to me, “…sometimes you eat dessert when you’re hungry! Or when you’re with your best friend and tipsy and it ROCKS! And sometimes you eat it warm from the oven. And sometimes you eat it when you’re already full and it’s two days old and you’re like ‘oh, really? This?’”

I had that feeling about an Oreo Cheesecake when I made it for the second time after a few years. I’d grown up. My palate had too. I know you can’t bring the magic back, but sometimes it’s not about magic. It’s just about wanting more than you used to want. 

I made Funfetti Cookies (from scratch) this week, and they weren’t bad. They were crisp and soft in all the right places. But there wasn’t any depth to them. I have heard that the way to get that perfect Funfetti flavour is to use imitation vanilla extract; they didn’t taste like the box. But that’s the thing. They didn’t taste like anything. They were just a sugar high. I’d thought that was going to be enough for me. It used to be enough.

“A funny word, enough. Means something different to each man.” -The Ghost of Christmas Present