Baked Good Trauma

Today I felt like baking.

So I baked. Cookies and bread.

Here's the problem - I'm not one of those people who does therapeutic baking and then gives it away.

No. I also like to EAT what I bake.

I should have known it would end like this. Me, huddled in the corner, clutching the cookie dough caked wooden spoon, licking it and snarling like Gollum...myyy PRECiousssss.

And once the cookies are baked, I will need to just TEST them every time I pass by. My house isn't big. I'll be passing by, oh, say EVERY TEN MINUTES.

While we're on the subject of obsessive tasting, let's talk about warm bread, fresh from the oven. I also have homemade raspberry jam.

Why, God, why?

This is not going to be pretty.

1 comment:

Heather said...

I was doing the same thing yesterday. Well except eating the dough although I wanted to sooo bad. Ryan ate enough for the both of us. But after like my 5th cookie I went to the living room and was like "I so wish all I liked was veggies and lean protein" Ryan is like "why?" Because then I wouldn't eat all this yummy food I bake. I have no will power! Too bad we can bake huh?