Well...here I go! After years of thinking about it, I've finally decided to quit procrastinating and take the plunge. It would have happened sooner, but 6500 feet got in my way.
Just a bit.
Well, maybe a lot.
Baking is a passion of mine, and that didn't stop when I was diagnosed with celiac disease in 2008. Sure, I had to make some major changes after my diagnosis, but I made it work. On the best of days, gluten-free baking is a science that requires finesse. I turned it into a full-on science experiment. After five years of practice, I felt like I was getting the hang of it. I worked up a large repertoire of cookies, cakes, pies, and candies. Recipes were repeated and revised until I got them just so. My friends often didn't know that my concoctions were gluten-free. Back then, I had no idea how easy I had it. I remember seeing the occasional high altitude modification in recipes, but I never paid them much mind.
Then, in the blink of an eye, that all changed. My family and I happily packed our bags (as well as ten years of memories, kid-damaged furniture, and a crotchety cat), and moved across the country to paradise. The beautiful land that inspired term "purple mountain majesties." As we happily settled into our new home, the pots and pans made their way out of boxes and into our fancy new double ovens.
And then...
Complete and utter baking failure. Multiple times. We're talking embarrassing disasters that I couldn't hope to hide with icing, or creatively placed fruit. They were the kind of mishaps that were secretly dumped down the drain before anyone could see or taste them. Flour, sugar, and eggs mysteriously vanished, never to be seen or heard from again.
Luckily, my failures are always my biggest motivators.
And with my motivation, comes this blog....and a goal:
I will perfect and publish at least one recipe EVERY week for the next year.
After all, practice makes perfect.
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