Three days ago, I gave some cinnamon rolls to a group of fire fighters who were just casually minding their business; doing their job, putting out a small fire on my street.
Afterwards, my sister (Gee) asked me why I did that and I just shrugged and said “because I baked and they were there”. She obviously called me a weirdo and carried on watching her anime.
Which brings me to the reason for this post. I thought I’d address my “weirdness”, and talk about why I love baking so much. Here goes…
I remember saying once that “baking is my happy place” here. Don’t worry, I know baking isn’t a location but it made sense to me at the time. To be fair, it still does. Oh well (that’s a problem for another day)
Thing is, I almost always bake when I can’t sleep or I’m stressed or the lists in my head won’t end ( I plan EVERYTHING!) or I’m craving something or I watched someone make something I can’t make yet… I’m sure you get the point by now. I bake almost as much as I have my mini conversations with my Daddy (God)… Haha I’m only joking, I don’t bake that much! 😜
So why do I love baking?
Because it calms me!
Seriously, that’s it. It’s my therapy session. There’s nothing more relaxing than getting a cookie dough right, or baking a flat top cake. Oh, and the fact that it’s available to eat afterwards is a plus! Of course, a bigger plus is that there are always people around willing to take them away from me. Thanks for saving me from myself guys! You know who you are
Funnily enough, I don’t remember baking when I was younger. So I can’t even explain how this started, I just know that I loved it when I started and I’ve carried on since
Here’s to many more years of being calm
Until next time,