Baking Binge

One of these days I'm going to learn that there are better things for me--spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically--than baking constantly and then blogging about baking. You know. Things like homework and studying and sleeping. But...that day is not today. And it wasn't yesterday or the day before that. And I'm pretty confident that it's not going to be tomorrow.

Let's take a look at my track record since Friday.

Friday night:

Mine weren't this pretty. But...same basic idea.

Sunday:

Again. Not this pretty.

Right now at this very second:

Minus the nuts. And I don't know if mine will be pretty. They're not done yet.

I figure that as far as vices go, baking isn't really that bad. I mean, I could enjoy drugs or alcohol or self-mutilation or something horrid like that. But I don't. I like to bake. And baking makes me happy. Baked goods make other people (including myself) happy. So, really, I'm aiding to the happiness level of the world. Or at least my apartment. And our visitors. And when I think about it like that I feel pretty darn good about my decision. (: