counting down with profiteroles

how many days before christmas…how many days before I can stop work…how many days before we can say good bye to this year…how many profiteroles have  I eaten…

too many still…going through a whole term without a break has taken its toll, need to relocate to a country where they are less masochistic and actually have half terms. naturally to ease the pain my live-in chef aka my husband has been venting out his frustration with the mixer and me with the results: weeks of biscotti, banana bread cake, chocolate profiteroles, white chocolate brownies, apple strudel cake, chocolate cheesecake cupcakes and again more white chocolate profiteroles today.  heavenly! and the midnight hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows whilst watching a whodunnit…some much needed distraction from what has been a very stressful few months for the anorakgirl.  and I have found the perfect cherry on the cake as it were: a slice of heaven in artist andrea kett ‘the tweed temptress’

Marple cake hand glittered print by Andreakett on etsy.

and of course there had to be a red riding hood getting into trouble as always…

Underwerewolf by andreakett

certainly on a late christmas wishlist…

pancakes anybody?

I love pancakes, I love red and I love Italy…what a find: vintage seventies design classic from Italian firm Abert, started in 1929 and still run by the Bertoli family. this sugar and syrup set are perfect…now i want pancakes…homemade chocolate fudge ones! (obviously made by my husband)

panckaes in italy by pinkmilkvintage

domestic goddess, missing presumed non existent

…my recent move into a new apartment space inspired my inner wannabe domestic goddess, I’m just not sure she’s ready to be unleashed.  being in  my vintage kitsch kitchen for long hours (yes I realise it shouldn’t take that  long) baking muffins whilst wearing a polka dot red apron is a re-invented fifties domestic goddess fantasy…some women can skillfully pull it off, some others well…

This is the first of a series entitled: hello my name is sarah and I’m a domestic goddess, missing….. presumed non existent

Deciding to embrace the slight mishaps that appear to befall me in the home I thought I’d share them with you as they are invariably amusing, yet surprisingly enough work out well in the end and hopefully there are thousands of others out there who can empathise with my domestic disasters.  having previously avoided this pretty well as ‘women came out of the kitchen’, it is a cruel twist in feminist liberalism that it’s now fashionable to be expected to go back and be a kitchen goddess as well as everything else!

My effort to correct what would have appeared to have been the simple oversight of using the wrong muffin trays shortly after placing them in the oven did not take into account my apparent unskilful use of the tea towel  (never got on with oven gloves: another clear inadequacy of kitchen prowess). In doing so I obviously burnt myself horrendously and dropped my poor unsuspecting sloppy muffins everywhere…

In pain and in stitches as to the ridiculous slop they lay before me… I rallied my inner domestic calm and rescued the situation…and the muffins actually turned out edible and in fact rather ‘sweet’.

sarah: fighting one domestic crisis at a time…