There's always been something about baking. As a kid, I made tons of desserts for my family. (I even made a lemon meringue pie from scratch for my history teacher when I was in seventh grade. Kids thought I was sucking up, but frankly, I just liked to bake.)
Anyway, baking is soothing to me. Perhaps it's the idea that a combination of ingredients create something delicious, or maybe it's the fact that I love sweets. Who knows! (haha)
But I don't bake for myself. I don't really see the point in that; so, I bake for other people. It's way more fun that way.
Last night, I baked cookies with my evening crowd at the nursing home, and we decorated four dozen cookies for Valentine's Day. I had a ton of fun-- I just hope that they did, too. We made enough to eat our weight in cookies, but we handed the rest out to the employees.
My pantry has been overloaded with stuff to bake cupcakes with, so around 9:30 tonight, I decided to start baking. It's convenient timing, anyway, considering that tomorrow is Valentine's Day. (perfect!)
I made 8 dozen cupcakes!
It was awesome. I made carrot, vanilla, chocolate and lemon cupcakes. I did this by myself, listening to music. It was super therapeutic.
I smell like a cupcake, and my house smells like... a lot of cupcakes.
I took a plate full of cupcakes to McDonald's for a friend and his coworkers that were working till two o'clock this morning. He seemed to enjoy them. Maybe I'll start making a habit of baking and delivering. It was fun!
I then made a delivery to a new friend that lives down the street from me. Hopefully he enjoys them.
Tomorrow, I'm taking some to class and to a few friends. Maybe I'll even stop by work. Who knows.
Anyway, I've got several posts in the making-- I am just trying to get my thoughts together. I'm also waiting for Anthony to send me his pictures/video from the AMAZING concert on Friday. He is very slow.
Have a great Valentine's Day, everyone! Cheers.