I'm not quite sure why I'm wired this way, but whenever I get stressed, I have the need to bake. Perhaps it's the chance to beat something with a whisk, or maybe I just like being able to control something when everything else in my life seems so uncontrollable, but for whatever reason, when I feel stress, the chocolate chips come out of the pantry. Eggs are cracked. There's flour on my shirt.
Why can't I be predisposed to run when I'm stressed? Or clean? But no, I have to bake.
I have baked about 20 dozen cookies in the past month or so. But the good news is, if the way to a man's heart is truly through his stomach, perhaps I found a relationship shortcut.
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You have my address, and I like chocolate. Just saying.....
Will you be stressed, say... sometime during the Holiday season? So stressed you'll be forced to bake some Chocolate Sin?
Well you know what they say... stressed spelled backwards is desserts! There is perhaps some chocolate sin in your future. I know that you guys always fly by the seats of your pants, but if you know for sure when you're going to be at Memaw's, let me know.
Dang I wish you were here in the Fort- I'm having a cookie exchange party tonight and all your baking would have gone to good use!
Aw, Schluter, I wish I was there, too! I found a worthy recipient of the chocolate, and I didn't eat a single thing.
BTW, my favorite cuz, I sent you something in the mail today. :)
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