Over the past several weeks(Including Easter weekend), I have made two batches of the worlds best brownies, one double batch of chocolate chip cookies, two different types of pretzels(same recipe, but two entirely different ways of cooking them), several loafs of my new no-fail french bread recipe(its really no fail).
I wonder why baking makes me so happy? I don't think there is anything better than fresh baked items out of the oven. I LOVE that. I also love the idea that I am creating things from scratch. Wouldn't my grandpa be so proud? I didn't bake this past weekend because I had nothing to bake with and I was sad. I kept hoping someone would bring me cookies on Sunday and almost called a few people to ask them too(yes, I will do that!). But, I am still trying to fight the baby weight(Yes, I know Kathryn is over a year!) and it was probably a good thing no one did.