I guess I better start looking for smaller recipes. Some energy flowed in from somewhere, and I decided to bake something before Hope forgets everything she’s learned so far. It’s very important to me that she be self-sufficient, and the earlier she starts learning, the better. Maybe if my mom had let me in the kitchen before I was ten, I’d have wanted to be there after. And then I wouldn’t have started from the beginning at thirteen, after she died.
So. There’s a 13 x 9 cake in the oven, and if Hope and I eat it all, I’ll blow my diet sky-high. I’m not going for extreme changes, but I am trying to be a little more careful. Every little bit helps, right?
It should be awesome, though we made some mistakes. The problem is Chris isn’t here to scarf down most of it before I get home from work tomorrow. (Even though I don’t work tomorrow, the principle is the same.) So now what do I do? I could have some friends over, but I don’t have the energy for that now. Maybe if I hadn’t baked. But not now. Guess I’ll ship some off to the neighbors, and hope to get my plate back.
But I’ll miss harassing Chris about his piggy ways.