For years i've lived with the thought that i'm shit at baking, or using the stove in general. It wasn't until more recently that I sat down and decided to try making cupcakes.
The first time, I called Natasha because I wasn't confident.
The second, Natasha came over, and did most of the baking, though I had a blast decorating.
The third time, I did it completely alone, and it was comforting.
The fourth, it was euphoric...oddly artistically freeing and calming and exhilarating... but mostly therapeutic.
It is said that we bake to relieve stress, which I thought to be a myth for years, but the smell of vanilla cupcakes rising, and the colours of icing swirling together in intricate patterns with sprinkles adorning the top, while quiet music blurs into the background, has convinced me that this tale is true.
Cupcakes have brought a silent joy to my day... a smile to my face and made me feel significantly more accomplished.
Oddly enough, I am now living with this thought that I excel at baking.... or at least cupcake decorating...
I am not shit at baking.
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