I went on a baking frenzy before I left California. It looked like the kitchen threw up cupcakes. I didn’t take any pictures to share, sorry, but if I did, then I would also have to admit to the giant mess that I left for the hubs to clean up. (Did I mention that this would be a very hubs-friendly post/).
In preparation of my evening of baking, I took my butter and cream cheese to work with me so that I could remove them from refrigeration and allow them to get to room temperature in order to start baking almost immediately upon returning home. But I also needed my eggs at room temperature and I forgot to pull those out when I got home.
Although the hubs graciously offered to sit on the eggs to warm them up, he put together this amazing contraption: a water bath.
I exclaimed, “My husband is a genius!”
He said something about getting his Ph.D., I don’t know, I wasn’t really listening, I was t
oo amazed by how easy it was to warm up my eggs, and how I never would have thought of doing that in a million years. (Although, we should not be surprised by this; I am a mathematician, he’s the scientist.) Isn’t he cute?