I love food. Like many women, I have a love/hate relationship with it; I love eating, kinda hate the reminder on my hips. But despite all that, I truly do enjoy the experience of food.
I don't love cooking. I'm learning (slowly.) I just learned how to make mashed potatoes from scratch. Surprisingly easy actually. But other than that, I'm hopeless. I could write a cookbook of recipes for the microwave, but honestly most of them would begin with "Buy a Lean Cuisuine. Nuke it. Eat." If there are publishers interested, let me know.
That said, I looove to bake. (See post on cupcakes.) I've been trolling bread/cupcake/pie/cookie blogs for the past two days and trying to put together my contributions to the holiday menu. I think I've narrowed it down to gingerbread cupcakes, coconut layer cake, mincemeat pies, rum balls, peppermint cookies-n-cream brownies and chocolate kiss cookies.
Please, if you are in the area, come by my house and I will be happy to feed you. Otherwise I will be forced to eat this stuff all by myself and that just can't end well. I think my love/hate relationship with food would be firmly in the hate camp for a looong time.
...At least until I decide to try out the Mississippi Mud Cupcake recipe I have my eye on.
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