Friday, December 12, 2014

You know you’re a baker when…

The other day a friend and I were discussing rewarding ourselves for getting the house cleaning done. I told her my reward was to spend the rest of the day baking cookies. I’m not a baker by profession, but I am one at heart. I buy my baking powder by the kilo (we’re talking a 2.2 lb bag). I have to keep running to the store for more flour. I don’t write friends birthday cards, I bake them a cakes. I’ve developed shoulder tendonitis due to excessive mixing that requires anti-inflammatory meds and physical therapy. It comes with the territory.

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