Trial and Error

I felt the urge to relive a memory from the past where I used to bake cookies with my mum when I was about 4 years old, I loved doing that. So I decided to try this rhubarb/strawberry crumble. Stupid thing to do because you tend to romanticise things over the years when you become older...

Not realising this, I started to prepare the dough, kneaded it which was a pain for the rsi shoulder and hand and not fun at all to do. I guess that part of the job was done by my mother back then. I can't remember so I will have to ask her about that but I guess if I would've loved it I probably would've remembered it, don't you think?

Preparing everything took forever and I started to become annoyed and excited at the same time. I know that sounds odd but trust me, that's how I felt. Like a combination of despair and excitement which is evenly balanced for the moment not sure which one will tip the scales. Everything looked fine up to a certain point. That's when I took the pictures. I'm willing to admit that I made a mistake after that moment of euphoria. I was too eager to finish the job. So I screwed it up basically. I stopped thinking...

I will not tell the details since I am too embarrassed but I will never make the same mistake again: a process of trial and error as you may call it. So in order to emphasise this I will only show you pictures before that trivial moment and will probably wait another 30 years before trying to bake cookies/cakes/pies again... Let's put it this way; I leave it up to the professionals around the corner where I can buy the same thing for a reasonable price and it will save me the fuss...

No I ain't lazy, just realistic!