I love to get in my kitchen and cook.
I know, I know, a bunch of you just shook your heads, some more of you rolled your eyes and others might have shouted out, “WHAT!”
But it’s true, I love to cook.
For me there is almost something therapeutic about being my kitchen chopping, stirring and sauteing away.
I makes me happy.
See, give me good ingredients, a recipe (as a guideline) and watch me cook.
Skinny Salisbury Stake with Mushroom Gravy by SkinnyTaste
Now that being said, I don’t always like to cook. Especially when the kids are crappy and whine about not liking dinner, the fridge and pantry are bare or I am just feeling lazy. Then I hate it with a passion and push ‘speed dial 1’ on my phone… the pizza delivery man.
But sometimes, I like to get crazy.
Sometimes I like to take to my kitchen and bake.
I know what you are thinking… I have totally gone off the deep end because baking is not to be taken lightly.
But I think, “Come on, how hard can it be? I know how to cook so baking should be a piece of cake.”
So I turn to the internet, scroll though some of my favorite baker’s blogs and pick a wonderfully scrumptious dessert.
I read the recipe, gather the ingredients and get to work.
I am in my element, mixing and shifting and stirring and folding. I am totally doing this.
Everything is tasting amazing.
I can’t wait to present this lovely dessert to my family, totally impressing them then I prepare to listen to their praises. They are happy so I am happy.
But as I am getting ready to put every thing together, I remember something….
I suck at backing.