“This year has been interesting because I am once again baking for nobody. My husband isn’t a huge fan of cakes, so I have nobody to impress and nothing to boast about. I thought I would stop baking so much, but I have doubled down, baking late into the night – no matter that I will receive zero praise and most likely end up eating most of the results myself and crashing off the high sugar content.
I really only want to make complicated recipes now. I need the challenge of knowing that there are 10 danger points along the way where I might stumble and fall. That there’s an element of risk in something so cosy is ridiculous really, but there it is. The thing that keeps you watching a cooking show where everyone is nice to each other is the knowledge that someone might drop a mixing bowl on the floor, burn biscuits to a crisp or over-mix a meringue. Despite strict instructions and exhortations to follow the rules, baking is mostly alchemy. Sometimes you follow a recipe to the letter, and it’s a sad curdled mess. Sometimes you throw things into a bowl with gay abandon, and it turns out sublime.
(...) Still, I will persist. For the calming stirring. For the focus it takes (which takes me away from less wholesome things). For all the memories a tart can promise to conjure, even if they don’t linger very long. Baking isn’t as wholesome as is often imagined. It would be boring if it was. Nailing a perfect chocolate soufflé first time would give you no opportunity for a cathartic rage cry. That’s also a habit I’ve honed this year that I highly recommend.”
- Bella Mackie’s piece for Vogue UK: “Yes, Baking Right Now Is Comforting – But It’s Also Wonderfully Cathartic,” read here.