I love baking. I love cooking. I love the kitchen. The aroma in the air is always so inviting... most of the time. Turn on some music and it's so relaxing and peaceful, I can do my own thing. Get in my own rhythm. I decide what to make, what to add, how much, how long, I decide. It's just home. And home to me is space. Air for me to breath in. Time to think clearly. To get away from everyone else.
I thought I woke up early enough this morning to be alone and bake my Good Morning muffins, with nothing but coffee as my only company. I was wrong. Maybe I'll wake up at 6 tomorrow and try again.