I am going to reveal a secret today. I don't like to cook. I do it because I have constantly starving children and a husband who works his butt off 6 days out of the week. If I ever win the lottery, which isn't likely because we don't buy tickets, I'm going to hire a personal chef! Don't get me wrong. I like the satisfaction of knowing I have prepared a great, healthy meal, but my heart really lies in the oven. I am a baker.
What is the difference? Satisfaction. I have made many meals that have flopped. The meals have been charcoal, bricks, or seasoned in ways they shouldn't have been. I am truly thankful for my kids. They have yet to meet a meal they didn't like. They will even fight over the blackest piece because it is the crispiest. Bless them! I laugh because it sounds like I am a horrible cook. I'm not now, but there was a steep learning curve. On the other hand, I have yet to meet a baked good that hasn't been edible. Granted, I have yet to burn a goodie. Even when the goods don't come out as expected, no one has turned down anything from the oven. Would you turn down an undercooked cookie or an overly chocolate brownie? Don't worry, I wouldn't either.
The world of flour, sugar, butter, and eggs just makes more sense to me. It's calming to beat the butter, sugar, and eggs within an inch of their life. Add flour, vanilla, and baking powder. Pour the mixture into a pan. Bake it for 45 minutes. Viola! A freshly baked cake. It just seems to make sense. Where else can you make something tie dyed and get rave reviews?
I can calm down WW3 between the kids with simple sugar cookie baking and decoration. I can remind my hubby that he is loved with a chocolate Guinness cake with Baileys Irish Cream frosting.
Baking is so much more creative for my mind than cooking. Maybe it's because cooking is a must do and baking is a want to. Speaking of which, I'm going to make my sweet treat for the week, strawberry lemon bars. Have a great one everyone!
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