Over the next few days I'd like to share a little insight into what makes being me so special. Specifically, I'd like to share most, if not all, my public (and private) addictions and how they area all interwoven into a lovely mold to produce the sensually sassy me.
Baking
I come from a family of great cooks. My mother prepares the most superb meals with seemingly little effort. I could follow the same procedures and not end up with the same results. Thankfully I too can toot my own horn about my abilities in the kitchen as I have been known to create masterpieces in the oven. I’m not a big eater so I don’t run the danger of gaining more weight than I can handle. Actually, baking not eating, is my addiction and I take greatest pleasure when my work is artfully displayed on a beautiful plate or tantalizing someone else’s palate.
The source of my obsession is with anxiety. My method of
handling unusual amounts of stress is to experiment in the kitchen. The more stressful
the situation, the more creative my addiction. Boredom, loneliness and similar
frustrations are also just as potent excuses for me to venture into the ornate
world of pastry making and similar savory dishes. When overly anxious or tense
nothing boosts serotonin better than a tightly (k)needed dough – pun intended.