It’s a rainy Sunday, and I planned on spending the day cleaning the house, doing laundry, and doing a little baking. To me, there is nothing better than a whole day with nothing to do except look through your cookbooks and then bake a few things before starting on one of those dinner favorites that you don’t usually have time for.
Of course, it complicates matters when the cold and rain conspire to keep you inside. It makes for good baking weather, but not such great grocery shopping weather. The idea of bundling up, pulling out an umbrella and then standing all damp and cranky in a check-out line with a bunch of other damp and cranky people is completely unattractive to me. So I began rummaging through my pantry and fridge, trying to find inspiration for my baking project for the afternoon. Wow, pretty well stocked. I was just starting to get impressed with myself for having such a wide range of ingredients when I got this niggling little feeling about my eggs. I made eggs for breakfast yesterday… how many had I used? Uh oh. I wouldn’t have left one egg in the carton, would I? Oh, but I did. I saw my dreams of baking all afternoon dashed. Continue reading