When I’m depressed, I bake. I used to hate people who baked. No, not hate. I just thought very, very little of them. Inventive pastry chefs aside, most bakers follow, they don’t lead. Bakers, I was sure, lacked passion, were too neat and exacting, leveling powder in a measured cup. Yawn. Since discovering the Taylor Digital Measuring Cup and Scale, I’ve changed my mind. And my life. I now bake because there’s no leveling or measuring. Now, there’s dumping. It couldn’t be easier, or more precise than to bake by weight.
Some people don’t like to bake in summer, putting on the oven in 102 degree heat. I’m not one of those people. With crunchy cold cherries and the season’s white powdery blueberries at the ready, some bakin’ is goin’ on in here! Only aside from my Blueberry Nectarine Buckle, I’m not sure what to bake. I’m on the hunt for something I’ll love as much as that buckle, breaking out my cookbooks, wondering what they say about me now. Any ideas or favorites for summer bake lovin’, please share.