Lets me just start off by letting you know I don’t enjoy cooking.
So baking for me is pretty much unheard of.
When I bake I hear things like,
“Hun, you’re baking! Why?”
“Have you been dared to partake in a cake walk?”
“Do you need help with this?”
My family stares at me with gaping mouths while I plug in mixers, crack eggs, and pre-heat the oven wondering if I’ve been replaced with a mom who knows how to make a cake.
I know how to make a cake!
I just don’t like making them!
If I enjoyed cooking, throwing incredients together, kneading dough, and getting my hands juicy then I would do it.
Obviously I don’t or there would be a better variety of dinners on our table at 5:00pm.
BUT.. Sometimes I get that urge.
And then I do it.
I would love to tell you that my family enjoyed them.
That they swooned over my delectable treats, that they called friends over my talent in the culinary arts.
But I pretty much ate them all myself.