Dang, It's June! I've Let Half the Year Go By!

Really, where does the time go?  Most of it is spent at work.  Another chunk goes to commuting. That's ten to 15 hours a week I'll never get back.  The next portion is sleep.  I try to manage a good fifty hours, but it is probably less with all the trips to the bathroom, drinks of water and searches for food.  No, I don't actually eat in the middle of the night.  I just look to make sure there's something in there if I were so inclined.  I haven't mentioned cooking in there.  Well, who really has time to cook anymore?  What's my motivation?  Where's the inspiration?  After all, who really appreciates the work that goes into a good meal?  Your family scarfs it down, mumbles something incoherent, then races off to the next time eater. It's almost enough to put a girl off her feed.  Almost, nothing's quite that bad. 

So, this brings me to a crossroad.  I like the stability of a job, but I need the freedom of my kitchen.  I long to be covered in flour surrounded by the scents of cinnamon, vanilla, lemon and that oh so intoxicating aroma of brown sugar melting with butter.  In my lonely cubicle, I feel as if I am dying a slow agonizing death one order record at a time.  There is no passion here, no fire, no satisfaction.  There is no joy here.  I know where my joy lives.  It lives in my kitchen.  Baking dwells in my heart.  When the two are together, we produce a love unlike anything you've ever tasted before. 

I'll keep you posted on when my joy and I can be together permanently.  If all goes right, it will be soon.  Get your wish lists ready.

OMG!!! IT'S 2011!!!

That means I really have been slacking.  It's been about 49 weeks since I last blogged. Well, I won't bore you with the mundane details of my life. Let's talk about the exciting things on the horizon.  I realized that my passion lies in the kitchen w/a certain hot appliance. That's right. I'm mad about my stove.  It helps me produce some absolutely D-VINE gems.  In the words of Kanye West and friends, I'm a monster.  Don't worry. I'm a good monster.  I'm a cookie monster.  Thankfully, I am not covered in blue fur. Can you imagine being in a hot kitchen covered in fur?  HOT!!!  :)  I'll be bringing you some of my favorite recipes, the good, the bad, and the unrepeatable in the coming months.  Stay tuned.