After sitting on the ledge for some few, maybe two Daring tasks, all the while watching my friends complete some awesome challenges, I was of course, envious inspired to hitch myself back on a brand new challenge bandwagon
Indeed, these pieces just could not, would not have happened without you, my sweets. Where the price you paid for a recipe was wafting through, most patiently, my long, oft times drawn out web drafts
When I first read of this challenge I thought empanadas were only the sweet kind, since the ones my mouth knew were the cinnamon sugar packets laden with apple pie filling eaten from authentic (
I ended my last post saying I would return in a week. A week out of town, part of it spent in visiting the most celebrated mouse in the world, led to my slower than a slug state of affairs
During all this, though, a confusing conundrum happened upon me, when, throughout the typing of my Battenburg post, my brainspeak turned into a queer sort of Britspeak
So here I am taking part in my first Daring Cook's challenge. Providence would have that my first challenge involve creating an original recipe, as opposed to posting a predetermined one with simple variations, maybe a slight adaptation- which was what I was expecting
