Baking

I dream of the day I have a kitchen to myself.

When the banging of pots and pans at any hour is okay.

When I can get flour everywhere and not care.

I love baking. I would love to be able to bake out my frustrations. To retreat to the kitchen and relax as I mix. I would love to try new recipes, to smell cinnamon and sugar and chocolate and various fruits warming my space.

And after baking, I would cook something for myself (probably with spinach or zucchini). and then, wait. Till the oven has finished what I started.

And then, I would have a bunch of things I do not want to eat, and I would be able to find someone who likes baked sweets.

I forgot how much flatter Colorado cookies are!

Right now, I bake when I can for these guys-- (this is my excuse for link love) Anthony, Dan, Paul (and the blogless brother, Alex!). I sure will be sad when they all move out in a month!