First, kindly move your cursor across the screen you are currently viewing. Notice anything different? IT CHANGES THE DIRECTION OF THE SNOWFLAKES! Tres cool.
Second, I love baking. I will be the first to tell you that I don’t actually know that much about it – the science of it eludes me and I often combine the ingredients in the wrong order and end up with an edible, but not-as-good-as-it-could-be finished product. I also lack the “tools” one might find necessary to produce delicious baked goods, like a stand mixer or a spatula. Nevertheless, I persevere.
My mother thinks that I am nuts. I’m currently cooling a batch of cake balls. “That’s a hell of a lot of work to put into those!” she griped as I explained how I planned to melt roughly 3983 pounds of almond bark after work so that I might dip these little nuggets of Heaven into a molten pool of Delicious. I just shook my head. It’s a labor of love.
For me, the effort (and sometimes it’s a lot of effort as I experiment and try to find more efficient ways of doing things) is completely and totally worth it. It doesn’t hurt that I often have a captive (read: hungry) audience. All I have to do is bring a Tupperware box of ANYTHING to my place of work and my coworkers descend on it like a pack of malnourished wolves (that said, should I trust their opinion? I assume a malnourished wolf will eat anything, right?).
But no, seriously: I wish I had more time and money to devote to this.