You may have noticed that lately I’ve been on a little bit of a baking kick.
I find baking to be a pain in the butt but soothing too.
Wait – no. I’m not saying that pains in the butt are also soothing (and whether or not this is the voice of experience, is none of your bee’s wax). I am saying that baking is two very different things – absolutely at odds with each other (absolutely).
Nothing dirties pots, pans, measuring cups and spoons, bowls, like baking.
Nothing flies around like flour. I think it may be more invasive than moondust. It just goes all over and sticks everywhere.
So the aftermath is usually a big ol’ mess.
But the aftermath is also usually something yummy to eat.
So six of one / half dozen of another.
But as long as I have the comfort and happiness of homemade baked goods for a few days or so, the butt pain is worth it. (Don’t judge.)