The good, the bad, and the burnt.

Before I fully swing head first into Christmas, there is one last haunting memory from Halloween…

With all spooky intentions.

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

This is my disaster movie, but let’s start from the beginning:

Sugar skulls are gaining in popularity. From Coco one of the newer Disney films (I can’t help but cry when I watch that) to fancy dress everywhere!!! The sugar skull comes from the Mexican celebration of Dia de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead. Its a day of celebration and the sugar skull can represent beauty, balance and joy. I find this so similar to how I feel about baking (most of the time).

I made a very simple sugar cookie dough. I mixed in my mixer, because I am very very lazy. A family friend kindly donated their old mixer to me about 7 years ago now so it was the beautiful price of free!!!! I have recently learnt just how many recipes can use the wonderful K beater!

What to you use your k for?

When the dough is all mixed the fun begins!!!

Before tragedy struck.

The best thing in my kitchen is my husband. And the sugar skulls were all his idea. So really my bad bake can be blamed on him. (I’m just looking to avoid admitting I made them badly, even though I know where it all went wrong).

Star witness number 1.

The crime in its full glory:

I can try to pass these off as art. Maybe a take on Edvard Munch’s The Scream??? No takers?? No, these aren’t fooling anyone! Less pretty, and more pretty useless!

The debreif: I fully believe that it was just too warm. The dough I made isn’t designed to be chilled. But it was the first time we put the heating on that year. We had already cooked dinner in quite a small kitchen and the dough just moved!

But I will not stay down! These things happen sometimes! I made this blog to encourage me to practice my baking. It’s not practicing if I’m not learning from any mistakes.

A different direction might be just what is needed.

Sometimes the simplest of ideas can be lovely. All it too was some big rolls of the dough and a squidge of a fork. I’m not fooled, these won’t win any beauty contests.

RomComs everywhere taught me, it’s what’s on the inside that is most beautiful.

As sweet as can be.

The verdict: my husband had to try 5 before he decided that they might taste OK. That is all the judging I need.

Love Mrs T x