It all started with such good intentions on one grey Wednesday afternoon. For some reason or another, I missed my cousins leaving do. So naturally I was thinking of ways to make up for my ineptitude of being a decent friend.
While I was pondering my mind, it came to me. The ultimate present, that would taste so nice she could completely forget what a useless friend I had been.I would make her eclairs, but not just any eclairs- tricolour eclairs; in light of her new residence in Paris. (My inability to bake escaped me during the brain-storming process, the fact that I had never made eclairs or pastries for that matter was just a minor detail in the scheme of things.)
And yes, someone did warn me this would be hard- but recently my bakes had been rather good for my low standard and with my new found confidence, I decided to proceed- if only I knew..
Hour, after hour, after hour. I was defeated by the usually picturesque Parisian puffs - which turned out in my case turned out to be soggy, deflated bits of pastry with a dribble, which was meant to be custard.I will warn you now, this bake is not to be underestimated- if you are a beginner- proceed with caution- actually if you are a normal human- proceed with caution!
They are amazing when they are done well, but to accomplish the common eclair is only for the baking gods among us. And for now- I will buy them.
P.S. You may even see my hopeless bake on 'Bake Off: An Extra Slice'! At least if it's going to be an awful bake it might as well be the best of the worst.
What I hoping to achieve (creds- the little loaf blog)
...my masterpiece
