Sometimes, I get the urge. The urge to merge wet and dry ingredients. The urge to stir.
One of the reasons I cook so much is because I get easily bored and then I have to find something to do. I have books to read, movies to watch, house to clean, dog to keep from drooling everywhere…but it’s not the same. I prefer to be cooking. And since I can’t cook two dinners a night, I end up baking something. It calms me. I listen to music (mostly Motown) and bop around in my kitchen. Sprinkle a little of this, a pinch of that, an estimated teaspoon of something or another, a handful of chocolate chips…or four.
This is pretty much what happened last night. I cleaned the kitchen after dinner, sat down on the couch to relax, opened up Evernote, saw a recipe I’d recently collected, got off the couch, went back to the kitchen, made sure I had brown sugar, went back to the living room, got my laptop, went back to the kitchen and began to bake. These are the days of my life. Continue reading