I’ve been on a bit of a baking kick for the last week or so. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve just felt like baking.
Back in the old infertility drug days, baking was a sure sign that I was taking my injections and that my hormones were in top gear. (I know Kelly misses those days, when she’d call and I’d be up to my eyebrows in flour and kneading a loaf of bread while chatting on speakerphone.) But since I am off the drugs and high on life nowadays, I’m not sure what’s causing this urge to make tasty deliciousness. I think it’s most likely just that I love to bake, and haven’t made anything in a little while.
One thing’s for sure — it’s smelling really good around here lately.
Last week, I whipped up a small batch of cowboy cookies, a particular favourite of BDH’s. Since he’s been getting up and getting on the treadmill faithfully every morning, he deserved a treat. Two cookies in his lunch pail each day (plus two for his coworker who loves my baking).
Then there was pumpkin bread. I had a can of pumpkin left over from when the girls were sick, and it’s been calling out to me to make something since then. So from Kelly’s recipe, I made two moist, spicy loaves of delicious. Our house smelled of cinnamon and nutmeg all day. I love this pumpkin bread, and have been devouring it like nobody’s business.
Today, I’m thinking of making a lemon poppyseed loaf. It’s been years — maybe twenty years — since I have had lemon poppyseed loaf. I’m kind of in the mood to make one. And since I am grating lemon peel, I might as well do a batch of lemon blueberry muffins.
And possibly, I’ll make some more pumpkin bread and give it to BDH’s coworker and maybe put the other loaf in the freezer for BDH to take along when he gets together with his friends on Sundays.
DUDE. I am out of control.
Is there a 12-step program for baking?