A friend recently posted a blog entry with the same title. She was referring to someone spilling the beans about an upcoming new episode of her favorite teevee show. Me? I’m talking about food, of course.
I’m spoiled when it comes to food. I’m getting more and more particular about what I like as I do more home cooking and baking. First, it was coffee. I can’t drink a cup that came from beans ground more than 12 hours ago (minutes ago are preferrable, but I do sometimes set the timer overnight.) Then came eggs. There is no comparison between those stale, pale orbs lurking in styrofoam containers under grocery store fluorescent lights and the beautiful, big brown beauties I get from my farmer friends. I swear, you can taste the difference, even in your baked goods.
Today, we made lemon cupcakes to take to a playdate. They were light, luscious, and… well, damn lemony. The lemon glaze (powdered sugar blended with enough fresh lemon juice to make a syrup) on top was a tart little teaser to the tender, fluffy, lightly-lemoned cake below. There’s just no comparison between these fresh little puffs of baked benevolence and the store-bought variety. Even the kids could tell. As I stuffed down my
second third cupcake, my mouth practically sighed in ecstacy.
It’s amazing what a difference fresh makes. These cakes had fresh lemon juice, fresh lemon zest, fresh eggs, and fresh milk in them. I can only imagine how amazing they might have been if I had a grain grinder to make fresh flour.
Talk about your “spoiled”.