Diary, day twelve & packaging design

There were profiteroles last night.

I have no evidence of this, except maybe a little hazelnut chocolate sauce left on my lips.

You see the thing is, I ended up making the little choux pastry shells last night. Then as they were sitting there on the counter, I decided that I wanted to go ahead & make the pastry cream too, after all, I had the motivation. Once the cream was made, the little shells were just calling me to be filled. Once filled, I got all anxious because I was worried the filling would make the little puffs soggy, so the only solution was to make the ganache & just eat them right there, on the spot.

I fell asleep on the couch with a very full belly & a smile plastered across my lips. They were so good that the plate was cleaned off & there was no photo op.

Clearly, the recipe went well. It needs some minor tweaks, of course, but minor really is the keyword here. The overall flavour & texture was pretty spot on. I can’t even remember the last time I ate a profiterole. I know I’ve eaten them, & I can clearly remember the satisfaction of pulling apart the mound & popping a whole little cream filled bite of heaven into my mouth… but no idea as to the date or location of last consumption. My mind is starting to go fuzzy in my ripe old ago of 29 (& a half).

There is an upside though. Not having photographed the blessed event means I’ll just have to make them all over again to perfect the recipe & photograph them. More happiness for my already content belly.

So for now, I sit here still sick… contented in my disarray & fullness, & attempt to design little packaging stickers for the protein bites I make. They’re slowly becoming a success & it’s important I look like a professional. Luckily for me, I don’t have to start from scratch. I’ve been blessed enough to have a friend take pity on me & design me the most beautiful logo for my charming little e-shop. He even designed me stickers with just the logo. It was taking apart those stickers that allowed me to come up with the perfect little labels. I’m thankful for my friends. For my friends, & for the inventor of profiteroles.



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