There are some things you should know about me if you're going to read my blog. I should probably tell you that for as much as I bake, I rarely bake with other people. I bake for people but never with them. I'm a control freak. I have a stirring problem. When I was five, my mom would let me stir something, tell me it looked good and then give it a few more stirs as soon as I relinquished the spoon to her. In my five year old head, my mother was lying. If it was really truly good, it wouldn't have needed those extra stirs. I felt betrayed. I felt inadequate. I felt determined to make every stir count from that moment forward. Yes, it was melodramatic, but it stuck. I have a hard time handing over my whisk to people, even to this day.
A few weeks ago, my friend Annisa asked me to help bake a pineapple upside down cake for her boyfriend's birthday. I may bake solo, but I'm no Scrooge. I've helped friends with baking projects before. I have a big heart and generally can't say no to people. More importantly, I love hanging out with friends that I haven't seen in a while and baking surprises. Naturally, I agreed to help.
Isn't she adorable?