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Things I Vowed to Bake Before 2010

Last winter I made a list of the seventeen baked goods I wanted to create before the year ended. Several I had tried before with limited success, and the rest were new (to me). The year's almost over and I've actually made very few. In fact, I've only made four out of the seventeen. If my calculations are correct, that's a mere 24 percent.

Here's my list. The items followed by an asterisk are the items I've made.

apple pandowdy
mixed berry tart
strawberry rhubarb pie
jumbleberry pie*
pound cake
red velvet cake*
chiffon cake
lemon squares*
lemon cake
crumb coffeecake
german chocolate cake
devils food cake with white icing*
pecan pie
lemon tart
black and white cookies
chocolate babka
chocolate ruglach

So I figure I have three choices. I can 1) give up and admit defeat completely 2) condense the list and make what's left, or 3) go on a baking marathon and try to make them all before New Year's Day. #1 is appealing because I'm a good quitter. Quitting hard things makes me feel good. #2 seems pointless. Aren't we suppose to go big or go home? #3 seems slightly impossible, expensive, and extremely fat-inducing. I have seven weeks left and 13 items to go. That's two items a week. I guess that is possible, but my other conflicting goal for the next seven weeks is to fit comfortably back into my jeans (they still 'fit' but are painfully uncomfortable---I blame pie, but that's another story). I suppose I could muster up a little extra self-control and give away most of the items, which actually has a two-fold benefit. It eliminates extra calories from my house and as an added bonus fattens up my neighbors so I will look thinner. I like it! Okay, let the marathon begin!

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