I Want To Be A Baking Queen. And I Will.
If I had more
time, energy, okay motivation, I would be a full-on, fierce foodie. I’m talking being a baking, stirring, pouring, mixing and measuring machine each and every day.
I’d whip up the most whimsical, fantasty-like recipes that Pinterest princesses would fawn over, and repin again and again until they couldn’t repin anymore.
My fancy, vintage camera would hang around my neck as I snap photos of chocolate dripping, cookies rising and sprinkles seeping into decadent desserts that fill my kitchen with perfume goodness.
Fans will write about how inspired they are, and how my story led them to stare their spatula in the face and say “I will create magic with you.”
Drawers will no longer hold crackers and chips, rather mixing bowls, decorating tools, flour and sprinkles galore.
One day, I’ll be all this.
Until then, I’ll happily be eating my way to my baking palace. One chocolate chip at a time.