I've been thinking that I want to be a baker. I feel like if I had a little Patisserie and just had to bake adorable little desserts all day I could be happy. Baking (and cooking) as a general rule are things that I don't do near as often as I should. I'm pretty sure I justify it by saying I don't have anyone to bake for; R isn't much on desserts (and has a limited like-ability of food), my sister is trying to lose weight, I don't want to enable people at work, etc. There is such joy in the creating and that's what I love. With the holidays here I'm sure I can manage to crank out some iced gingerbreads or bake some homemade bread and that will temporarily satisfy the inner baker. And who knows, maybe it'll end up on the NY resolution list.
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