I'm My Own Narrator....

I realized something today at work, sometimes I narrate my life.

Now, I am not speaking of talking to myself. I do that all the time. I have full conversations that can go on for quite awhile.

I am talking about "old time detective" movie style. It is rather hard to explain. I did it out loud on my last plane ride into a tape recorder. That was a rather interesting flight for the person sitting next to me. It started out something like, "It was a dark and stormy night when the young woman boarded the plane, unaware of what the touchdown of the plane would bring." It continues on in that same fashion.

I realize that this makes me strange, and maybe somewhat crazy but I'd actually really like to have a real narrator. It makes me think of that movie Stranger Than Fiction, except I really wouldn't want to know about an impending imminent demise.

I will just have to settle for being my own narrator until I can figure a way to get someone else to do it, preferably someone with a British accent.

When Life Gives You Lemons....

You make lemon bars!

It is amazing to me how soothing I find baking. Being in the kitchen makes everything else disappear for a brief moment in time. I think there is just something inspiring about preparing food, it tickles my creative side.

I find myself thinking about different flavor combinations I want to attempt. This wouldn't be such a big deal except, it keeps happening while I am supposed to be listening to someone speak or supposed to be doing something else. It does help me pass the time at work though, my job isn't very intellectually stimulating.

The weirder thing about my little baking obsession is that I don't usually consume the food that I make. I might have a bite of a dessert I made, (if it was the first attempt) but normally I just get a kick out of other people eating it. I like getting my brother's opinion because he will tell me straight up what he thinks of a dish. I love this about my brother. I may get annoyed with how many times he tells me how awesome he is, but honestly he really is awesome. Shhh, don't tell him that I admitted it.

Now, I know that I said that baking creates this "safe haven" for me but I must admit at the moment I am feeling a little pressure to perform. This anniversary cake I need to make has to be amazing, both in taste and appearance. I might have bitten off a bit more than I can chew. I also agreed to do the rest of the desserts, a balloon archway, a pathway of lights, the music and a fantastic appetizer.

I suppose that instead of continuing with this baking blog I should go execute that of which I write. I am off to make the cookie dough for the adorable anniversary cookies for my dessert bar, wish me luck.