Lockdown love

Baking is an expansive addiction.

It expands your waist, your butt, your face.               

It is expensive as well. 

Baking is cathartic. 

It requires focus to get the ingredients right, a mix up somewhere can cause disaster.

It requires order, sugar, butter, eggs and flour in the right proportions, a firm whisk, a strong mix and the special ingredients to get the final result.

Why do I bake? 

Is it for the method, the precision?    

Or maybe for the way it helps me relax when my brain is overworked?

Or for the aroma the house fills with making me forget the everyday worries.

it reminds me of tradition, of smells grew up with, making me recollect what was familiar.

It must be the joy of cooking something everyone loves.

It brings back memories of days when they were babies and I baked for my pleasure. 

I also bake because my daughters are losing what they were once familiar with.  

The exams, final year of school, hanging out with friends, movie times.

I bake because the process brings me closer to them, there is a familiarity in the smell that comes from the kitchen.

It is a momentary comfort , memory of good times.

I bake because I can't make the uncertainty go away, but I can make them certain of my love.

I bake them naked, raw, no icing, no frosting, there are no covers to hide the flaws that we are exposed to as we stay home. 

I bake for their smile, for their pleasure.

I bake to create more happy memories.