I love to bake.
Hold on, that's not my confession.
I love to bake, but I have no one to feed.
Yes, it's true. My tongue tingles at all the delicious creations I want to whip up. My fingers twitch and my feet slide into the kitchen. But my mind says, no, no, for who would eat it?
Ben's on a diet.
My mother is on a diet.
My sister is on a diet.
My father's not a diet, but he only eats certain sweets and won't admit to liking those.
My friend Libby, as you all know, is on a diet.
All my other girlfriends are on a diet.
My co-workers will eat anything, but like Grace, I don't feel they are very appreciative. I made these peanut butter cookies for a party we had Friday. It didn't kill my craving to bake.
I have no children to feed, no neighbors that I like enough to supply with a year's worth of treats.
And there's so much I want to make:
- Prudy's Miniature apple turnovers
- Marie's Good as Apple Pie Dessert
- Amanda's Peanut butter and chocolate blondies ( I would use white chocolate. Slurp. Drool. Sigh.)
- Bunny's Apple Bread Pudding
- Grace's Peanut butter bars
- This fabulous pie at http://doughmesticgoddess.
I could even handle making banana nut bread.
I wouldn't complain at all about making oatmeal scotchies.
But I have no one to eat them.
I'm sure I feel this way because it's fall and the holidays are coming up. Everywhere I look are delicious recipes with pumpkin and apple and cinnamon and sugar and cream cheese and gingerbread...
But I'll have to drool from afar. Because I have no one to feed.
Perhaps I spoke too soon.
Excuse me. I have a new plan.