A secret blog containing the ramblings of a secret someone...
But, even more than that.
Today was really satisfying. Or, it had satisfying moments. Even though some jerk stole my umbrella and made me get soaked to the point of having two little wet marks perfectly placed directly on top of my chest, it was good. I spent the day reading and baking. But, not baking for me. Baking for people whom I love and being really happy to be able to do that. I'm so excited to have a family to cook for. I love when my dad gets excited about my cooking. I made him an apple streudel and he made me feel like the most important person on earth. It makes me feel so good to be able to give something special to people who mean so much to me. I may not be the best cook, but food, for me, is my way to share. I don't know if people realize that. But, I think that's how many lovers-of-all-things-food actually feel. Or, at least the people who create it. The people who receive it should know that the best food is the food that is cooked from the heart. It may sound cliche, but it is very much true. I don't cook for sustenance. I cook for emotion. Cooking, for me, is extremely personal. I would rather be naked in front of some people, than cook for them. Cooking, for me, is often when I feel the most vulnerable. I may not always fess-up. But, I bake. And, I think that might just be enough.