For a number of reasons, I now have a lot more free time on my hands than I’m used to. I’ve cycled through all the options available to me to fill my time, including becoming a lion trainer and learning to dance an Irish jig. But what I keep coming back to again and again is an old favourite: baking.
When I was in middle school, I discovered that I can throw a bunch of ingredients into a bowl, toss them in the oven, and end up with a sweet treat that I can eat for days on end. From this glorious realization came the understanding that I can make anything I want (read: buy the ingredients for, find or make up a recipe, and then actually create).
Now, eons later and with hours to fill, I’ve returned to my roots: jam-filled muffins, layered chocolate cakes, peppermint cheesecake, and loaves and loaves of gingerbread. My cupboards are filled with baked goods and my heart is full of joy. Not the joy I’d get from taming lions, but we work with what we have, don’t we.
