When browsing blogs it would be easy to imagine we had entered into a perfect world where everyone is wrapped in beautiful crochet blankets, wearing our hand knitted socks and eating slices of perfectly risen sponge cake. But of course, the reality is often far from that glorious air brushed world... and things don't always go according to plan!
When I spotted these gorgeous biscuits on The Pink Whisk I knew I wanted to give them a try. I guessed they would be fiddly (and I wasn't wrong... they took forever) but I'd set aside an afternoon and took my time, quite determined to make some perfect little biscuits for Mother's Day.
Just at the stage where I had almost finished moulding all those tiny roses and leaves I happened to move my flour canister and realised my mistake. I'd used self raising flour instead of plain. There was no way they were going to retain their shape and look like perfect little bouquets. I almost ditched the lot and started again but then I figured that even if they didn't look good there were plenty of people around here willing to eat the results...
Which actually weren't quite as bad as I anticipated... just a little bit blobby and not like they were supposed to be!
And because they had spread rather more than I anticipated there were quite a few mishapen biscuits too. This one reminds me of that Dali painting of the melting clocks
But they don't taste too bad, even if the consistency is more like a soft cookie rather than a crisp biscuit.
And with a bit of pretty packaging I think I might have just got away with it.
Which made me think... life is less about being perfect but far more about making the best of things!