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I have realized something about myself that is almost hard to admit. I feel bad even thinking it, and even worse actually talking about it. But it kind of slipped out the other day and I felt this huge relief.
I am not really a baker. I can bake, and I find a lot of satisfaction in being able to bake the things I like to eat. But I don't really care for the process. I get no joy out of measuring flour and mixing something in a big bowl. I am not opposed to measuring or taking the care that baking requires. I think I just don't like being able to see the thing as it's becoming the thing. The fact that I'm not watching all the chemical reactions isn't fun.
What I really like is cooking. I love to chop, to dice, to mince. I like the other prep tasks, like washing vegetables or peeling things. I even get a little pleasure out of trimming the meat. I like shredding cheese and grating lemon zest over something lovely. It just feels better to me.
I won't stop baking, but I think I'll probably quit pursuing it as much.
Sigh.
I am not really a baker. I can bake, and I find a lot of satisfaction in being able to bake the things I like to eat. But I don't really care for the process. I get no joy out of measuring flour and mixing something in a big bowl. I am not opposed to measuring or taking the care that baking requires. I think I just don't like being able to see the thing as it's becoming the thing. The fact that I'm not watching all the chemical reactions isn't fun.
What I really like is cooking. I love to chop, to dice, to mince. I like the other prep tasks, like washing vegetables or peeling things. I even get a little pleasure out of trimming the meat. I like shredding cheese and grating lemon zest over something lovely. It just feels better to me.
I won't stop baking, but I think I'll probably quit pursuing it as much.
Sigh.