Alright, let me tell you about the time I tried messing with this ‘canello’ thing. Heard the name dropped somewhere, maybe online or from a buddy, can’t recall exactly. Sounded kinda fancy, thought I’d give it a shot.
So, the whole process started with me trying to figure out what I actually needed. Found some instructions online, looked easy enough on the screen. You know how that goes. Went to the store, grabbed the bits and pieces. Felt like I was on some kind of treasure hunt for ingredients I’d never heard of before.
Got back to the kitchen. Started mixing. Flour went everywhere, naturally. Tried following the steps, measuring this, adding that. Honestly, felt like I was just throwing stuff in a bowl and hoping for the best. The mixture looked… questionable. Not quite like the pictures, but I pushed on.
Next up was the shaping. This is where things really started going sideways. Supposed to be neat, maybe rolled or something? Mine ended up looking like weird blobs. Stuck to my fingers, stuck to the counter. It wasn’t pretty.
- Tried rolling one, it fell apart.
- Tried shaping another, it just looked sad.
- Eventually gave up on ‘neat’ and just got them onto the baking sheet somehow.
Put them in the oven. Watched through the glass like a hawk. Ten minutes in, started smelling kinda burnt. Not the warm, ‘bakery’ smell I was hoping for. Pulled them out. Yep. Burnt on the outside, somehow still raw in the middle. A complete mess.
Why was I even doing this?
Funny thing is, this whole ‘canello’ disaster happened during a weird patch. I’d just switched departments at work, moved from something I knew to something totally different. Felt completely out of my depth, messing things up left and right. Everything felt complicated, confusing. Just like those damn ‘canello’ instructions.
I guess I thought maybe if I could just follow a simple recipe, make something turn out right, it would make me feel a bit less useless. You know, get a small win. But nope. Even that blew up in my face. Stood there looking at those burnt dough lumps and the messy kitchen, just felt like another failure stacked on top of everything else going on at work.
In the end, I just chucked the whole lot in the bin. Didn’t even taste them. Cleaned up the mess. It wasn’t really about the ‘canello’, was it? It was about feeling overwhelmed. Trying to find some control, I guess. Didn’t find it in baking, that’s for sure. Things at work eventually got smoother, figured that stuff out. But I haven’t gone near a ‘canello’ recipe since. Some things are best left alone.
