Bazinga!!

Anyone else obsessed with that show as much as I am? I find myself having more and more "Bazinga!" moments and I love it!!!

Here in the last few weeks I've pulled out my baking thumb yet again and discovered how much I still have such a passion to bake! To create. To be inventive. To create something so scrumptious to the eye and even more so to the palate. After all we fall in love with our eyes first right? (whether it's a person, retail, materials or FOOD)...and come on who doesn't have that sweet tooth? For some it's there all too often, while others have to dig deep to find the desire for a sweet treat! My passion for baking has grown more and more with time and experience. My husband has the sweetest tooth I've ever met! 50 lbs and hundres of cookies, cakes, pies, pastries, rolls, tortes and frozen treats later....he is still my best customer lol. I love that man more than he loves his sweet treats. What's funny is his sweet tooth never existed until the day I met him...it's been a downhill ride ever since! It's like the little person on your shoulder who says "no you don't want to do that" and the "go ahead...one won't hurt". There is something about sweets that draws you in...wants you to be bad for just that instant. Really, what celebration doesn't involve cake, cookies, pies, pastries or some sweet treat??? It is literally the little bubbles you get in your tummy when you see that ONE sweet thing you just love! That one thing you know you don't ever eat except for birthdays, holidays or special occassions. It's the one thing you allow yourself to eat for a happy moment!

For me baking is passion that is so deep and so destressing for me. My husband can tell by how many dozens of cookies appear in the kitchen one day by my stress level. No so stressed....ab 1-2 dozen cookies of ONE flavor. SUPER STRESSED? Gah there's got to be atleast 2 dozen peanut butter chunks, chocolate chip, snickerdoodles, oatmeal raisin....It's sort of his banner for "man she had the worst day ever" lol

I grew up in the kitchen. My mom was making cakes and cookies and these little special treats all the time. She always let me help (even though I was probably more of a hindrance to her if anything), but she always let me stir or pour or add this egg or this cup of sugar....I think that's where it began for me. My mom :) I love her so much! I discovered how much I want to do that with my kids. One day when they are standing on the little stool at the counter...asking me if they can help stir or add that cup of sugar or the bag of morsels.

That's the thing when your day is so bad, so stressful....you feel like OMG I want this day to end...start the day over; but go into the kitchen and you know with absolute certainty that 3/4 cups of sugar, 3/4 cups of brown sugar, 2 eggs, a pinch of baking soda, salt, etc......you'll makeup the perfect concoction to the perfect chocolate chip cookie. Everytime.

Baking....it's who I am.