I don't know how it happened. My mom was right........ and I always hate that.
I am a baker. *hangs head* I spent so many days of my child hood arguing with my female parental unit about not wanting to help out in the kitchen. I HATED cooking...and baking..and cleaning up afterward! Even during the summer, my mom would schedule days of the week where one of the three of us kids had to help make dinner because mom wanted us to be familiar with cooking. 7 year old me, 10 year old me, 15 year old me, and 20 year old me would stomp my foot and shout, "I HATE COOKING!" and then would go on to explain that I was going to marry a culinary chef just so I wouldn't have to step foot in the kitchen. My mother would calmly smile and say, "We'll see about that, honey. You'll like baking sooner or later. Now stir that stuff on the stove, thank you. "
HOW DID THAT CRAZY LADY KNOW?!?!
4 years later, I'm strongly considering starting in a field of baking. 1 Bachelor Degree in Human Development and Family Studies later, I'm thinking I want to open up a little pastry shoppe. What has the world come to?
I think it started whenever I made a dessert for David while we were dating and it impressed him so much that I just couldn't stop myself! Sadly for him, he couldn't stop himself either and is now dieting to lose what 5 years of being together has added. heh heh heh.
So that's what it was. It was all a ploy to get a cute guy's attention. I'm a glutton for compliments I suppose.
Now it's like an addiction! Sometimes I can't even sleep at night thinking about a recipe that I HAVE to try. I want to see if I can do it! I want to see if it will look like the picture! I want to know if it will taste good! I want to know if I can eat my mistakes as I go along....*yep*
All this is to say...be expecting a few recipes or so to pop up around this blog. I'll try not to admit when my mom is right anymore. I always hate that.
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