It's January again and I'm writing in my blog again. OK... so far so good. But this is 2013 *gulp* . My year off from the Project sees me not quite in the same place as the first time but heading down a slippery slope.
Here's the problem: turns out I can bake. Who knew? Not only can I bake but I looooove to bake. I love mixing and measuring and waiting and cooling and icing and decorating...love it all! If you know me, you know I really can't cook. I don't enjoy it and harbour crazy envy for those for whom it seems as effortless as breathing. I'm frightened of the sheer abandonment of great cooking. Baking however is disciplined and measurements and a lot of exact things. And not for nothing, in my world cranberry pistachio biscotti dipped in chocolate is going to beat an excellent ragout every time. Maybe it's the living alone thing. Dinner seems to want people sitting around a table and bonhomie and whatnot. Show up for work with yesterday's sausage and mushroom pasta sauce and it doesn't really matter that you got the oregano to garlic ratio exactly right this time. Show up with butter tarts and you are suddenly the most popular kid in school. So I baked A LOT.
And ...SPOILER ALERT... I ate a lot of it (sidebar - I hate writing a lot like that even tho I know it's right... perhaps I should find a different phrase). So the upshot is it's January again and I'm focusing on the last mumble mumble pounds and last time the writing helped so I'm gonna start writing again.
I don't know if anybody will see this but it's gonna be pretty much more of the same with some other bits thrown in for fun. As my brave friend Les said so eloquently... here we go !
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