I was going to call this post “Failure”. It felt a bit pessimistic. Then I wondered about “Embracing Failure” but that seemed falsely positive. “Making it work” fit the bill. It is a post about baking but , of course, it’s really about my life. Which seems to be full of curve balls and hiccups and speed bumps lately. Nothing too serious, but enough to slow me down or send me down the wrong path. Like when you have guests coming over for afternoon tea, you’re all geared up to bake and you suddenly remember that your oven has no markings….
A previous tenant who liked to clean wiped off all the labels. Bless them. Yes, that’s me writing “Function” on there, to help me remember which dial is timer, which is function and which is temperature. The function aspect is by far the most complicated. I have not yet quite figured out which click of the dial is Bake as evidenced by this. Banana Choc Chip Char-Top Muffin.
Note to self: Click number three is Grill with Fan. Not Fan Bake. Without getting totally dramatic (I’ll leave that to B2, she is rocking the two and a half year old “assertion of will” at present) these blackened muffins are representative of life at the moment. BUT (and this too resonates) look at the heart of the matter.
Not too bad. Not great, but hey, not terrible. It’s still banana and chocolate at the end of the day. That’s good, right? So, I did what any self-respecting failure expert would do. First, I cut off the burnt bits.
Scattered some crushed up banana chips…which are delicious, by the way….
And, just for good measure, added a festive looking bird. Ta-dah!
At this point I was feeling very when-life-hands-you-lemons-get-yourself-tequila-and-salt. The muffins weren’t dreadful, my guests couldn’t have cared less, B1 was thrilled with eating the ganache off the top…and well…meh, who can complain. We made it work. And that’s the approach I need to take to life right now. Frankly speaking I’m struggling to find time to write, I’m juggling a bit too much and things seem very prone to going off-course. But, it could be worse. Much worse. Really, it’s not too bad. Especially when you add the right kind of chocolate, the right kind of attitude and, of course, the right kind of company.
And with that note, I do wish you were just around the corner. I know you would have eaten my bake-fail, drunk my tea and laughed along with me.
HUGS, Hannah x