I have come to the conclusion that i love cooking but hate baking? Why? Because baking is too much like quantum physics. The act of observing changes the result of the experiment. I am not crazy, hear me out.
Think about it: When you open your oven to inspect the status of whatever it is you are baking, perhaps cutting into it to see if the inside is done, you are letting a lot of the heat out and the whole timing of the recipe is thrown off! How are you supposed to know how many extra minutes this adds to the baking time?!
It must have taken so much trial and error and so many wasted ingredients for the people who came up with the recipes for baking before they got it right…
Just a random thought that popped into my head today while i was preparing dinner.
For everyone that says baking is more of a science than an art, this is a lie perpetuated by ovenmages to withhold baking knowledge from the rangefolk.
Seriously though, I will follow a baking recipe to the letter and end up with a melted pile of warm ingredients. My partner routinely deviants and produce absolutely heavenly bakes. When she bakes with me it’s like we’re reading two different recipes. I’m convinced her comments while baking are actually esoteric incantations to appease the baking gods.
“Oh with this one you don’t have to separate the wet and dry ingredients. You can just mix everything in one bowl.”
“No you have to fold it.” proceeds to violently whisk
“Double the oil.”
opens the oven 20 times “Not yet.” how is the oven still warm at all?