Autumn is a great time for OCD baking. There are so many ideas out there for shaped breads like the sheath of wheat bread, and insanely awesome baked treats. I haven’t dabbled too much with shaped cookies, mainly because mine have always turned out to be ugly (but delicious) disasters. I did create a couple of shaped cakes, though: one for Easter, that I will write more about in the spring, and a pumpkin-shaped cake, which I stupidly did not take pictures of. So frustrating when I forget to snap a pic, especially when it’s something that takes me forever to make. That monstrosity took all afternoon.
Speaking of taking up an entire afternoon with obnoxious baked goods…. I have been looking through lots of old photos lately, and came across this memory:
What you’re looking at are “Indian corn” cupcakes. No, they are not flavored with corn, hence the quotes. Basically, I made a batch of simple yellow cupcakes and covered them with white frosting. Then, I spent about two hours oh-so-carefully placing autumn-colored jelly beans in tiny rows. To finish it off, I took some sheets of phyllo dough and put them in the broiler for a few minutes to serve as my husks.
How did they taste? No freakin’ clue. I cannot eat jelly beans. I’m not allergic, I just physically cannot go through with it. When I was about 5 years old, my amazing grandparents came to visit us around Easter, and bought us a truck load of candy, including a 1-lb bag of Jelly Belly. No one paying attention, I proceeded to eat the majority of the bag, and shortly after I relived the contents of that bag all over the house. Never again, jelly beans. Never again.
Would I do this again? Nope. It was so messy and frustrating and took so incredibly long. I can remember my back aching at the end from hunching over the table all afternoon. Looking at the picture, I can still see a couple of jelly beans that are off-center. Now I won’t sleep tonight.