Smell of semi-success
I made a chocolate pound cake today, from a recipe in a cool book called "Small-Batch Baking." Of course, I was halfway into it before I realized I needed buttermilk. Who keeps buttermilk around the house? Really. So I just used milk. It turned out OK, but not great. Afterwards I read online that you can simulate buttermilk by putting lemon juice or vinegar into milk. Well, maybe next time. Baking has always seemed too fiddly and requiring way too many ingredients and too much precise measuring for my taste. And making these small batches doesn't really help things. Well, at least I made the effort.
The project did remind me of one thing: I love the smell of vanilla. Isn't that one of the scents they put in the air in prisons to keep the inmates quiet?