Remember how I promised to tell you about the Ginger Elizabeth baking class?
Yeah, I know that was a long time ago. Oops. It’s a pity too because I feel like that baking class changed my life! Well, my baking life anyways. I’ve never been a baker. I’m not a perfectionist so all that exact measuring is a challenge but after the class I feel bold! I can do it! I can follow Ginger’s precise step by step recipes for delicious cupcake-heaven. I can totally make three different types of filled cupcakes. Cower before me vanilla beans that will be split and scraped!!!
All gross exaggerations aside the class was great. Ginger is a friendly and helpful teacher. She needn’t have been. After she gave her biography her credentials alone made me ready to do headstands for her. Among all the regular stuff she worked with Jacque Torres in NYC. Also her husband worked a at a little restaurant in Napa called the French Laundry.
Please adopt me Ginger.
Can you imagine meal time at that house? Their kid is the luckiest ever.
My accomplices: It seems they are attending a secret baking school without me. I can only assume that school has a blue-eyed, teal blue clothes dress code.
We got samples of each cupcake we were going to make. It was hard not to eat them immediately.
Ginger is crazy fast with the whisking and whatnot. It's impressive.
One of the nice things about a live class is that you get to see the textures up close. Sometimes I have no idea what a recipe is talking about when it's like "whip till it's "insert nonsensical description here"
The cupcakes are just so good. It's just another level of delicious.
Every time I go into the shop I act like a crazed stalker. Obviously the class was no exception. My Mom only fed this bad behavior by insisting that we take pictures with her. Ginger was really nice about it, although to be fair I'd be cool if people wanted to rave about my baking and take pictures with me too.
You do all the cool kid stuff.
You did good on the cupcakes for the babyshower! Yum. Now you need to use up that extra lemon curd. Make a cake and use it as filling! Delish!
…or just eat it straight from the fridge… with heaping spoonfuls… not that I ever do that….
No of course not! That’s gross and not something I did this morning.
Looks like so much fun!
French Laundry is the restaurant I want to eat at before I die. I told my mom when I was in 4th grade. She thought I was nuts.