01 July 2012
I used to find such peace and happiness in baking. Whipping up a treat for my family was fulfilling and restful.
What happened? I honestly don't know. It's been months since I've ventured into my kitchen to bake any of the goodies my family and I enjoyed. I found every excuse possible. All that stopped today.
My youngest child begged for homemade cookies. I could have used a variety of excuses ... the weather's too hot plus the kitchen ceiling fan is still not working, I'm too tired because I didn't get enough sleep last night (yowling cats at 4am are such a delight), I really should be preparing homeschool lesson plans ... but I didn't. I'm so thankful I didn't.
The cookie dough preparation took mere minutes of my time. My children made me laugh as they oohed and aahed over each ingredient while hovering excitedly by the mixing bowl. We dove into the cookies as they came out of the oven, savoring each bite of warm goodness and gooey chocolate.
It's a step in the right direction.