Carrot Cake Coffee Cake
Baking is my therapy.
{So is exercise, but that's another story.}
Sometimes I just feel like crap about whatever is going on and I realize it's been awhile since I've been in the kitchen. I go to my oven like a moth to a flame and begin to create and I feel better.
My favorite kind of therapy is when I'm creating something that's in my head. Not just following a recipe, but changing it. Making it mine. Or making it fit my mood. The thinking, the figuring, the measuring. It's soothing and relaxing. It's perfect for those days you need a little therapy.
Like when I realize Andy Cohen is on a book tour and not making new episodes of Watch What Happens: Live.
Or when the season finale of Grey's Anatomy is just so...wrong...that you almost want to scream and shout and yell nasty things.
Or when your daughter is so upset about what happens on the playground at school that her body reacts by making her sick.
Or when other parents try to parent your child at school, without you present, causing more of said sickness.
Baking is a great release for times when my kid isn't perfect.
And especially for times when I wish other parents would realize the same things about their own children.
And for times when I really, really wish no one knew who I was and that I blogged anonymously, so that I could really blog, if you get my drift.
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