A few years ago, my
sister packed what little she had in the home we shared and moved to North
Carolina to pursue a second degree.
Suddenly feeling alone, I found myself tying on an apron and learning my
way around the kitchen. Known for
setting off the smoke detector while boiling ramen noodles and having to
extinguish a grease fire with one of those clunky red extinguishers (true story),
I knew it would be challenging. At the least,
it would offer a chuckle or two- things I’d been missing since she left.
After two years of
whipping up meals, I never got called to be on Top Chef. I’m not sure why they thought my
microwaveable meals weren’t Top Chef worthy.
But, since cooking didn’t work for me and I still wanted to wear my
apron, I tried my hand at baking. It
wasn’t pretty- still isn’t- but boy did it taste good. (I didn’t join Weight Watchers just to step
on a scale each week!)
And so, here I am today… covered in powdered sugar, cocoa powder, and
food coloring. I’m starting to think I
enjoy baking because it’s a reflection of my life: messy, but oh so sweet!
