Chocolate chips melt into miniature puddles, the dough has little brown tinges, and the oven timer goes off.Â I pull the cookies from the oven and inhale the sensuous scent of sugar and sin.Â Baking is my Zen activity, and I hum happily.
But more and more of late, people tell me not to bring my brownies, cookies, and cakes.Â They say, â€œIâ€™m on a diet,â€ or, â€œIâ€™m cutting back on carbs this month. Please donâ€™t tempt me.â€ Donâ€™t they know Iâ€™m bringing love, not calories or carbs?
This week is my fatherâ€™s 85th birthday.Â He chastised me for not bringing a cheesecake to our Christmas gathering–which surprised me.Â Heâ€™s always loved sweets, but this was the first Iâ€™d heard my cheesecake was a favorite. I intend to bake one for his birthday cake and deliver it with a huge smile.Â Having a reason to bake some love? It will be the best part of my day!