You Can't Win Them All

Recently I've become obsessed with baking. It's not something I've ever been particularly good at, but it bothers me that I can't do a full dinner party because of my weakness in the desserts. Not to mention that the Hubs cunningly invited his team over for a Mad Hatters Tea Party. Ugh. Since then I've been trying to get my baking skills up to scratch. Sometimes, mainly with cupcakes, I can tick the box, but other times, it's a fat F.

Take a look.



What are those? SURELY you can tell it's a Victoria sponge surrounded by macaroons and peanut butter cupcakes?

I appear to have used a recipe for sponge fingers rather than the soft sponge I was aiming for. The macaroons in blue were overly almondy and didn't rise. I folded cream into them and called them whoopie pies. The ones in brown .. well. They tasted ok but still failed.

Not one to just accept failure, I tried the macaroons again.



Even worse.

At least I can still swing savoury food. This was Valentine's Day post-failures (place setting is the Hubs' job).



We had foie gras mousse on bread, mallard and potatoes with rosemary, spinach, squash and peppers. Luckily, we were too stuffed for dessert.