Sixty Days of Baking

August 8, 2010

In the past year, I've lived in four states. Before moving to Seattle, I was working in the art department of film production. Shuffling from Boston to Philadelphia to Hamden, Connecticut. In the film world, as well as in television, there's a magical land on set that everyone prizes above all else: Craft Service. There are unicorns and rainbows and butterflies and...Okay there aren't butterflies. But when you're working a twelve hour shift, the sprawling and elaborate spread of snacks and goodies feels quite a bit like the inside of the pearly gates. Cast and crew flock to it. The catering companies are known on a first name basis. The idea is that well-fed workers will be both happy and productive. I don't know about the happy, but I think the productive part is true.

Browned Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies

Now, if you've read any of my babble here on this blog in the last few months, you might already know about my passion for baking. I practically wrote a love poem to butter, sugar, flour, and eggs in my previous post. That's what cream cheese pound cake will induce. But if you haven't read any of my tales, I'll have you know: I love to bake. The energy, the finesse, the decoration, and certainly the tastes of what's made from scratch. For me, a Sunday isn't quite as special without me in my kitchen whipping up confection after confection, throwing one to two pans at the wall, and cursing. So one lovely Sunday last fall, while I was living in Philadelphia, I decided to package some of my sweets and tote them to set with me the next day. Hmm....which does Jack Nicholson prefer...chocolate or vanilla...?

Mini Rainier Cherry Cheesecakes

What began as “a simple sweet treat” for my coworkers turned into homemade oreos, congo bars, and oatmeal cream pies. A good indication that my brain does not register words like “one” or “simple.” The bake shop I set up in the production office on that Monday was a hit. Or a hoot, whichever way you choose to look at the obscenity. Within thirty minutes, a line had formed to my own little craft service station, and the goodies were gone.

I think a part of their appeal was that they were homemade. More special than, say, Chips Ahoy. Making people happy (even if just through their taste buds) felt wonderful. And because I wanted to maintain that joyful high, I did it again on Tuesday, but this time the treats were black and white cookies, and Wednesday we had coconut cupcakes, Thursday was cheesecake, and on and on until I started bringing desserts in with names that needed phonetic spelling and a dictionary: “What the hell is ganache? And why did you coulis the raspberries?”

Blueberry Crumb Bars

Each morning I was not only carrying my laptop, but a few tupperware containers of sweets. Everyday something new. When I had exhausted my own recipe collection, I went to my Nana. When I realized that Nana should never have been allowed to set foot near an oven, much less a stovetop, I went to my second grandmother, Julia Child. I read cookbooks, blogs, and the backs of sugar packages for inspiration.

In all, it was sixty straight days of baking. I'm not sure that's even something to be proud of. It might be better classified as “the time I should have been in that institution where they filmed Shutter Island.” Either way, I was happy. Content to work a twelve hour day in film and moonlight as a baker. When asked how I found the time to do it, I responded with the only true statement I knew at the time, “You find time for the things you love.” My boyfriend might have disagreed.

Zucchini Muffins

That span of two months was bliss: I made quite a few friends, learned new baking techniques, new recipes, the art of cake decorating, that there is a such thing as a sugar-induced coma, and that even though you think you deserve a medal for your hard work, Oprah only wants guests on her show who have done something remarkable for humanity. Unfortunately.

This story might merit a disclaimer: Don't try this at home.

Here are two of the recipes I brought to the film set that first day.

Oatmeal Cream Pies




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