why does the simplest thing seem so difficult? tell me.


my chocolate sponge cake flopped the 2nd time.
and I have the urge. keep trying. spend more time. use up all the eggs and flour I have. till i get my ideal sponge cake.
somehow, mom's words were demoralizing.
'leave that baking plan aside first, as you see...you need time, and ingredients are all money.'

I do understand, it does make some sense to me. And brought me to question myself what's gonna happen to those flopped cakes. Is mom going to eat them? Bro eats? Or I finish them myself?...oh well, ki ki can't take chocolate stuff.

of course, flopped cakes are still edible. Just a matter of nice, or not nice.

ok, I'm not losing heart. Next week, I will bake a cheesecake for mom. And the week after, back to choco sponge cake, or just sponge cake without choco?