When I was young I hated baking. Why? Because why can’t I eat it already? That’s why. I wasn’t interested in the baking, just the eating.
Years later and I’ve developed a greater appreciation for the baking process. Two things have helped with that:
- I’ve cultivated a necessary level of patience that, balanced with the right level of enthusiasm and anticipation, creates the perfect amount of excitement.
- I’ve since realised that the eating can actually take place during the baking.
Yesterday morning I made a fresh batch of epicly chocolatey double chocolate chip cookies for a friend’s birthday barbecue. The recipe isn’t mine, so I can only take so much credit. But I deserve some, because I baked them. And they were awesome. Yes, that was my own horn I just tooted.
I love baking. And, fortunately, I have just enough self-control to prevent myself eating all the batter before the sweet treats go in the oven, so people actually get to enjoy my baked wares. Awesomer.
BTW: Did you know it was National Chocolate Chip Day on May 15th here in the UK?