All knitting, all spinning, all the time

All knitting, all spinning, all the time




Friday 17 August 2018

A cautionary tale

Hello out there in blog land! I'm still here, knitting, spinning, and sidling uneasily around my loom. I've dusted off my sewing machine, and I'm attempting to teach myself to sew. So far I've made two pairs of pyjama pants, a failed cotton summer top, and a gazillion bags.

I've found a new craft group which meets every fortnight at the local library, and every other fortnight at one of the ladies homes. This is a great excuse for morning tea, and is bringing me back to the joys of baking. I haven't really baked much since I moved north, as I would've had to eat it all, and although there is no doubt I would enjoy that, my waistline would not. So spurred on by an opportunity to bake new things, I've delved through my recipes, and bought a few new cooking utensils, biscuit trays, and one of those new fandangled floppy silicone loaf tins. (Tins? It's floppy silicone, not tin. What do you call those things?)



So here begins my tale of caution.

This morning I thought I'd make some banana bread, as it's really good eaten whilst still warm from the oven, and the crusty bits on the outside (the best bits - am I right?) tend to go soft if baked the day before. So I mixed the batter, splodged it into the shiny new tin (loaf pan?), and bunged it in the oven. It takes a good 40 - 50 minutes to bake, so I hopped into the shower. By the time I emerged from the bathroom, things were starting to smell pretty good. But what was that slight burning smell? I opened the oven to investigate, and to my horror, the floppy tin (container?), had decided to do just that. Flop. The uncooked batter had seen an opportunity to escape, oozed out of the tin (baking thing?) and all over the bottom of the oven, where it was happily burning itself to a crisp. Cue the smoke alarm. This began a frenzy of flapping a tea towel at the alarm to shut it up, convincing the tin to stand up (if it was tin it wouldn't have betrayed me like this), flapping a tea towel at the alarm, trying to scrape up as much of the burning batter as I could off the bottom of the oven, ripping the battery out of the smoke alarm (shut UP damn you!), burning myself on an oven rack, and saying quite a few unladylike words.

Surprisingly, what was left of the banana bread was quite tasty, and completely devoured at morning tea. So now I'm off to go scrub my oven. Anyone want a silicone loaf tin?