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.