A friend of mine believes that when women get pregnant they become better at baking somehow. I have to say I completely agree. Since discovering the little bun in my oven, I've been overwhelmed with the desire to bake things. The other night, I saw a few overripe bananas on the counter, flipped open my America's Test Kitchen Family Cookbook and whipped up the most delicious loaf of banana bread I've ever tasted. No kidding! A week later, I got the inspiration to make Bran Muffins and they were equally wonderful. Just last weekend, for dad-to-be's birthday, I made cupcakes from scratch (as in not from a box) for the very first time. How did they turn out? Beyond perfection. Really. Moist, chewy, chocolatey perfection.
While cupcake making is not the healthiest hobby for a pregnant woman to discover - it took a lot of will power to put that cupcake back after photographing it - I really do think I've found my calling. Seriously! I'm now dreaming of opening my own cupcake shop when we move back to the US. Like cooking, baking is pure enjoyment for me. I lose track of time (not while anything is in the oven, of course!) get in the zone and become absorbed in the wonderfully satisfying task at hand. It's pure flow. Unlike cooking, baking is sweet and adorable, too! What's not to love?
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