A party without a cake is a meeting. A great many things can be resolved with kindness, even more with laughter, but there are some things that just require cake, or a brownie. Life is both complicated and simple. The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap.
Baking is how people who hate cooking at least get to make dessert. It is 10% recipe and 90% hoping the smoke detector doesn’t go off. I followed my heart and it led me to the fridge. Then to the oven. Now I have cookies. A meeting with a cake is a promotion.
A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand. Cooking is an art, but baking is a science. Baking is the science for hungry people. And sometimes that science blows up in your face. My diet plan is to send all my friends cupcakes. The fatter they all get, the thinner I look.
I bake because punching dough is cheaper than therapy. Baking makes me feel like a chemist, except my lab experiments are delicious. You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy cupcakes. And that’s kind of the same thing. Where there is a whisk, there’s a way.
You called the man of your dreams who then put you on hold because the woman of his dreams was calling, and then she put him on hold because the man of her dreams was calling, and then he put her on hold because the woman of his dreams was calling, and then you woke up.
To the man of your dreams calling.
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