This weekend was memorial day weekend. is it sad that I feel boring as hell because i didn't do much for the weekend? I mean, i have it off. Today is Monday and I don't have to be in class and I am sitting at the coffee shop (as usual, where else would I be?) drinking italian soda and listening to Belle and Sebastian.
I went home and baked over the weekend. What did I bake dear reader? Whole wheat banana bread. Date squares. It was above eighty degress out and I was baking in the house. I think i was very red due to heat but it was very zen for me. baking is a zen activity, and I cannot thoroughly explain why that is. I needed to bake - and now i have baked goods to share with all of my friends.
I think it is the caregiver in me - bake to share, not bake to keep all to myself, because that wouldn't be fair to everyone else and they wouldn't get to enjoy fresh, homemade baked goods. I mean, many of us live in the dorms - and eat in dining halls. Why not make something that tastes good and SHARE it?
ah.. to feel loved, and wanted.
all due to: banbana bread.