This is probably because I don’t have a lot of time to spend making delicious treats for everyone I know . . . Or maybe because every cake I made freshman year flopped.
Either way, I put it on my list.
On Sunday I decided that it was well past the time when I should have gotten in touch with my feminine baking side, so I poured through Erin’s cookbooks.
Because she has a baking sense.
And there it was, peaking up at me from under a pink sticky note.
It was perfect.
Short. Sweet. Simple.
Exactly what I need in a baking project.
I added the ingredients, mixed it all up . . . and a half an hour later . . . a homemade bread smell began to waft throughout my apartment. It was almost like the smell of home.
As it turns out, I’m can bake. Who knew?