It’s odd sometimes, the things you miss even when everything is going really well. For me? I miss baking. I mean I really miss it. I find myself going into book stores and looking at baking cookbooks trying to figure out if it’s worth buying one to work my way through when I get home.
Then again, whenever I do bake anything I rarely end up eating it, I usually give the final product away. That’s how Amras and Alasse ended up with two dozen home-baked cookies for Christmas! Though they didn’t exactly complain. For me it’s the act of making something that relaxes me, that and the fact that I kind of taught myself how to bake, though I had watched my mum cook my whole life and probably learned totally by osmosis from her. Seriously, my mum is an inspiration when it comes to cooking, my father swears she could barely boil water when they got married, and now she could easily be a caterer if she was just a little less sensitive to stress. The day she asked me for my herb bread recipe I was so flattered I nearly fell over!
Anyway, I miss baking.
Heh, maybe I should smuggle in an easy-bake oven 
(Toffy, if you’re reading this I’m kidding! …sort of…)
I suspect a lot of it is because when you can’t do something that’s suddenly when you want to. Nature of the beast and all that.
Maybe I’ll start finding recipes of things I want to make when I get home. There are some pretty decent cook books in the library collection – including The Book Lover’s Cookbook , which I am totally hooked on the idea of: recipes pulled from literary classics. That one may be winging its way to me from Amazon before long.
Heh, I suppose this is evidence that I’m feeling better, y’know, starting to take an interest in the world and all that…I suspect that it goes with the whole seeing in colour thing.
The craving chocolate chip cookies thing is…naturally… a side effect