After some convincing from my Mum, I decided to do a savoury bake this week, much to the disappointment of my sweet tooth. However, what could potentially add even more to this disappointment is the fact they they are currently still in the oven, and the decision to make my own rough puff pastry could lead to a waste of a post, and a lot of time and effort in the bin.
While the Florentine flapjacks and the ‘healthy’ pear and almond loaf were pretty tasty, I have to admit that they weren’t the most demanding bakes I have ever attempted. Therefore I decided to try something a little more complex this week and remind myself yet again that I do have some baking skill.
If you happened to read my last post for porn star martini cheesecake squares, then you will know that the time finally arrived to celebrate my last weekend before moving to France for another ski season. I will admit now that my decision to try these particular bakes was purely coincidental and by no means a representation of any mood apart from the constant desire to stuff my face with sugar. But I have to admit both bakes certainly did the trick.
French Fancies have been on my baking bucket list for years, so I thought I would use my moving to France in a few weeks time as an excuse to finally give them a go. Hopefully I will be able to continue my blogging while I’m over there, but since I’ve actually started writing this post before they are even near to being ready, it might not be such a shame if I can’t due to baking-related shame.