It’s part of my therapy.
It’s part of my remedy, my cure.
It’s my beautiful distraction, my dear.
You might even say it’s an addiction in the
Just look at the curves & crooks of my ass ( Picasso
would have treasured me), and you’ll begin to understand I take pure pleasure
melting milk chocolate in double broilers,
measuring brown sugar in glass cups,
stirring sweet butter in Gold Medal Flour.
I collect cookbooks.
I scan baking blogs.
I watch cooking shows.
Sometimes I sit at my stainless steel table
on Sundays with Nigella Lawson, The Barefoot Contessa, or Giada De Laurentiis.
Sometimes I actually bake the delectable
desserts from the vibrant photos in those books. For example, I made these sins Nigela Lawson Totally Chocolate Chip Cookies Oh, My!
But seriously, I aint no Contessa, or Nigella, or Giada.
Not even close.
And I sure as hell don’t resemble a sexy
mama when I’m makin’ triple chocolate chip cookies.
Me with my hair piled high on my head- Amy
old Bon-Jovi T-shirt,
hand sweat pants,
my glass of red wine sitting on the edge of the stove.
The Contessa would be aghast.
I’ve obtained quite a reputation about my
baking ability, or shall I say lack of.
For example, I forget to add eggs in some of my recipes.
I leave out the baking soda
I alter the directions.
Bad bad girl.
And I burn the first batch of
e v e r y t h i n g…
because rather than focus on the
task at hand, I’m blogging, babe, blogging.
I’m Burning, babe, burning.
:::::What a beautiful distraction.:::::
—-Daaaarling, Reader, what are some of your beautiful distractions?—
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