I love baking so much that I do it at least once a week. Even in the middle of hot Texas summers, I will still turn the oven on to bake a delicious yogurt cake. However, here comes the conundrum. For the first time in my life, I am living alone -- no roommates, no boyfriend, just me. But when you live alone, you get to do weird and socially unacceptable things. For example, I have definitely not scavenged the kitchen for something -- anything -- to satisfy a sweet tooth. And I have definitely not, as a result, melted dark baking chocolate into vanilla almond milk as a warm drink... late at night... in my pajamas. And one problem with living alone is that you don't have anyone to keep your self-control in check (they call is self-control for a reason I guess, who knows.) So that means I end up doing things like eating an entire jar of Trader Joes cookie butter in one day (or even more shameful, buying a Ritter dark chocolate marzipan bar at the supermarket for a friend...and eating all of it myself in the car on the way home.)
Because of all of the aforementioned, I now bake almost solely for friends, family and co-workers. Baking is relaxing to me and makes me happy. And I adore getting to share my tasty treats with people I like.
(pre-baked raspberry buckle, coconut birthday cake, pecan coconut shortbread stars & lemon ginger bundt cake)
