the puny utahn baking show

 The Great British Baking Show (a/k/a The Great British Bake-Off, in its home country) is my emotional comfort show.  I cannot tell you how many times I've watched it - or at least the seasons available on Netflix - because I keep cycling through, again and again.  It is delightful, calming and supportive, and the baking is amazing.

I am a terrible baker, exacerbated by the vegan thing and also living at altitude.  But I love to bake.  I'm decent at cookies and cupcakes, which makes H happy; bat about 50% on cakes; and struggle with bread.  Even the worst homemade bread can be dunked in soup, though, so very little gets wasted.

Since there's NO SNOW, there's not much to post about.  So lucky you, here are some terrible photos of the very mediocre bakes I've done lately.  Happy Thanksgiving, y'all, to those who celebrate.

Focaccia with olives: decent but needed to be

baked longer due to olives' moisture content

Chocolate-peppermint crinkle cookies: trying

new Christmas cookie recipes and these were

WAY too sweet for me (but not for H)

Pumpkin bread: haven't tried it yet,

seemed a little claggy on the bottom

Pumpkin cheesecake bars: haven't tried these

yet either but will not be making again as

the recipe took WAY too long to do