Baking Baking Baking

I find that all I want to do anymore is bake. I have many life dreams, but among them, and floating near the top is this insane desire to bake delicious things. I think I could be very happy running a breakfast/lunch/sweet shop that also caters special occasions. Thought about it? Sure I have, but for now I'm just going to enjoy every moment of culinary delight within the walls of my own home.

And that thought comes with a confession. I may or may not have baked three different kinds of sweets today that will be carried to school tomorrow to be enjoyed by anyone I can pawn them off on. You see, when the family is away, I have a lot of time to myself, so I do what I enjoy most—bake. The sad thing is that I don't even have my mediocre camera to photograph these luscious sweets because Liz has it in Boston/Philadelphia/Washington D.C. Alas, cameraphone will have to do. Yes, I just made it one word.

So, while my big entrepreneurial dreams are simmering, I'm practicing my heart out, and here's the badly lit proof.