As I've mentioned here and here, I like to bake away my sorrows. It's an effective therapy for me and the added bonus is that my family reaps the tasty benefits.
Sometimes though (believe it or not), my baking is not stress related. I just do it to bless my family.
(And to be totally honest, there is just something about kneading dough that fullfills any sort of Little House on the Prairie urges I might be having at that particular moment.)
This weekend I just felt the urge to bake. And so I did. But around here, before one can embark on any baking mission, one must first find a "helper".
Here's my helper. She liked the flour.
Ain't she cute? She liked messin' with the dough too!
Oh, did I forget to tell you? We made Cinnamon Rolls. I found the recipe here. It was a new one for me and liked it quite a bit. Of course, I tweaked it here there to suit me, but it wouldn't be me if I didn't do a little tweaking. I'm a tweaker.
Before rising and baking.
And here they are AFTER rising and baking. I've never seen carbs and calories look so good.
And then, after making something sweet I decided I really wanted to live dangerously and chose to bake some bread.
I'll be the first to say that bread baking is a fine art. Really. It's not for amateurs. Me? I'm an amateur. But I have found a recipe that's not too hard and even makes me look like I know what I'm doing.
And as usual, I tweaked this recipe too. I had no helper this time either, but amazingly enough, it still turned out.
And that's how I spent my weekend. Making and consuming large amounts of carbs and calories. I know, I know, I am so exciting.
So, what did y'all do this weekend? Surely nothing as exciting a me, huh?