I'm making green tea cakes for Bunny, because she's leaving next week and I promised her I would.
I have not much experience cooking; I'm something of a perfectionist, and I'd rather never do something at all than try it and fail. I want everything to come out just right the first time, and every time.
Life doesn't work that way though, and I have learned that particular lesson enough times that you'd think it would stick by now.
I was feeling a little sorry for myself as I made these tonight, until the last one came out of the steamer. It looks like a little cake-explosion, all lopsided and imperfect, sitting amongst some very lovely tea cakes. This should bother me, but the sheer ugliness of this particular cake makes me want to gobble it up and throw the others out.
I won't, because they're not really mine anymore; but I think I will make Bunny split this ugly one with me tomorrow.