I can't possibly be alone in my thinking that the measuring and mixing of ingredients seems to smooth out the mid-twenty-something, all-over-the-map thinking processes. Nothing is as calming as gathering a dozen different ingredients and blending them together to the rhythm of whatever music you have blaring in the background.
When our kitchen is warm from the standard 350 degree oven heat and the smell of melting chocolate fills the house, I reminisce on where I've been and where I'm going. The smell of fresh baking that I associate with home, the warmth, and eventually the delicious final product lends a welcomed, simple sense of calm.
When our kitchen is warm from the standard 350 degree oven heat and the smell of melting chocolate fills the house, I reminisce on where I've been and where I'm going. The smell of fresh baking that I associate with home, the warmth, and eventually the delicious final product lends a welcomed, simple sense of calm.
All of a sudden, for a moment or two, it all measures up.
Happy Sunday. With homemade, freshly baked love,
J.
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