Yesterday, I spent 80 dollars on baking things. A lot of flour mixes for different sorts of pancakes and muffins...some frozen fruits, some mixing bowls. My prize is my mixer (click here to see)..it's horribly useful. I just wandered. Bought things. I drooled over some cast iron cookware..some griddles. Someday I will have a fully stocked and amazing kitchen. I'm sure of it. :)
Today, I got bored and make key lime bars. It was good. And even the simple act of bars, via mix, was satisfying and memory inducing. I need a shaker that will dispense powered sugar ala Emeril-style.
Alas, my makeshift one was not so cool. And no good results are found when searching in all the good places.
Next? berry muffins. I think. I'll probably eat cheerio's before then. ;)
I think maybe cooking is cathartic. I had a bad day, yesterday. Well, not bad...but. Hard. Maybe I try too hard and crush things, but no matter, I felt horrible. I still feel horrible. What sort of friend am I?
Regardless, cooking made me feel better. Quickest way to the heart is through the stomach, right?