I suppose if I ever lost my job, I could become a baker…

First of all… yes:  The hiatus is over.

OK, now that I got that off my chest…

I’m obsessed with baking.

Lately my obsession has been sourdough bread.  I created my own sourdough starter two years ago on a whim.  I just wanted some sourdough bread, and I had never made it before.   Of course, I didn’t realize at the time that it takes a long time for a starter to get to the point where it’s really good… so I slowly started perfecting my recipe.  Finally, after two years of trial and error, I have a really good starter and a great recipe for crusty, chewy, delicious sourdough bread.  I baked three loaves today. I mix and knead the dough by hand.  Let’s repeat that again, shall we?  Three loaves in one day.

So as you can see, I am obsessed.

But my obsession does not only pertain to baking bread.  Give me a Kitchenaid mixer and the right ingredients, and I can whip up any number of tasty treats:  Cookies, cakes, muffins, pies, pastries… hell, I even make a damn good batch of pancakes.

I’m not bemoaning my joy of baking.  I just wish I had a better avenue for it.   After all, the Italian Nana in me wants to bake for the world– because that’s what Italian Nanas do.  They encourage everyone to sit, relax, and mangia.

So what do I do with this seemingly-natural talent I have for all things baked?

Well, for starters (pun intended), I could share my starter with people.  I could even sell it.  It’s that good.

Or I could just fall in love with someone who appreciates delicious baked goods and we could grow old and fat together and live happily ever after.

Yeah right…

Any ideas?  The comments– just like my kitchen– are open!

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