Plate courtesy of Allyson and Jon. Recipe courtesy of Martha.
There are very few things I enjoy more than baking. Maybe that sets women back 70 years. Whatevs. There's just something about a mixer on high speed, beating sugar and butter. It's the happiest sight in the world. And lately I've really gone to town. I've gone through 8 boxes of butter in the past month. 8. Not sticks. Boxes. And I use any excuse to bake. Any sort of gathering becomes a reason to bake a cake or batch of cookies or bars. So when does a hobby become an obsession, and when does that obsession become a problem, and how soon should my loved ones intervene? I'll bring treats for the intervention.
I wish that plate looked as good as the things in it.
ReplyDeleteThis is one good reason why I don't live with you anymore. I can't afford anymore dentist bills.
ReplyDeletethe second reason is because we're both married
ReplyDeleteWhen you start blogging about your baking, its an obsession. Think of that hit Julie and Julia documentary a few years back.
ReplyDeleteAllyson, it's my go-to plate when I want to look like I have cute plates.
ReplyDeleteAshton, after we outlive our husbands and have dentures, we can be roommates again.
Cary, are you saying if I continue to blog about food there will be a major motion picture made based on my life?