I am growing in my powers of baking. Sunday has become a day of baking for me. There is something very relaxing about putting on a good movie, catching up on my hulu TV shows or rocking out to good music all the while trying to dominate a new recipe. My favorite is watching my ghost hunting shows while I bake…ghosts and butter seems to work well together.
I don the apron my Grandmother made for me and get out my ingredients and I am good to go for a couple of hours. Everyone I know is usually busy on Sundays so I have no worries that anyone will invade my quiet day that I enjoy just for me. I love taking my goodies to work on Monday morning and seeing it disappear as the day progresses. In fact, people at work can request something special just for them for their birthdays…this is wildly popular.
I have dominated cookies, crisps, chocolate dipped brownies, cake balls (which I still feel need a better name), a three layer cake with frosting, cinnamon rolls (which I did without killing the yeast this time!), banana nut bread and pie. And I am constantly going through my baking books trying to find new challenges for myself.
I cannot really explain it but cooking is such a chore to me. I grumble and complain as I try and figure what ingredients to take and make in to something edible, but you give me butter, flour, eggs, sugar and some vanilla extract and I am over the moon. I find that in baked goods is a sense of comfort and joy that everyone can agree on, where food is such a subjective thing. I do love me some comfort and joy.
If you were to go through my cupboards you would find far more things that are used in baking than those used just for cooking. I love just walking aisles at stores that are dedicated to baking; I look at all the toys and want it all. I want to be able to have completely smooth icing and perfectly moist cookies and finger licking glazes. I have a lot of practicing to do still and my baking cookbook is getting more tabs to try and stickier by the Sunday but I cannot seem to get enough from it. It is the perfect release for me.
Maybe I should try and find something else to do. Another hobby. Something that doesn’t impact my waist line so drastically. But I am an adult now…and I like cake.
"If this was adulthood the only improvement she could detect in her situation was that she could now eat dessert without eating her vegetables."
–Lisa Alther
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