Theodora, what the hell is that?

Last night, I tried making Liz’s banana oatmeal bars. They tasted really yummy, but I don’t think I got the consistency right. I think they should have been hard like a granola bar, but they were somewhere between limp and firm. (That’s what she said.) I ended up sticking some in a Fage this morning and eating the rest with a fork.

I blame it on my weird convection oven. I also blame it on the fact that I am more of a stove-cooker than an oven-cooker—I prefer cooking things I can keep poking at, rather than putting something in the oven and letting it do its thing.

What about you? Poking at your culinary masterpieces? Or letting them do their own thing?