Oy. I really, really want to bake something right now. The famous chocolate chip cookies would be good, or some lovely golden muffins, or a moist lemon tea cake… but I’ve just eaten so much butter and fat in the past week that I really can’t justify it at all. In fact, I don’t want to, because even I in all my gluttony can recognize the threat of impending heart disease when I see it. But my fingers are itching to mix and shape and knead, and my nose misses the heavenly smells that so often come from my oven. Arrrrrgh.
Lucky thing I’m all out of flour.
[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]