confessions

So this is how it started…..

Yesterday, I bought a package of Archway Dutch Cocoa cookies. You know….the soft ones with the sugar on top. These, peeps:

My coworker turned to me and said “You like those? I’m really surprised, since you’re, like, a baker and everything.”

HOLD UP.

So I’m not allowed to like Dutch Cocoa cookies because baking is part of my job? (one of them at least). They’re delicious, 100 calories for a huge cookie and $1.00 a pack. i mean, cha-ching, right? WTF guys? Remember the box cake craving? Stop hatin’.

So here.. I thought I’d unload some confessions about myself to get the record straight about some things…

-         I have no idea how to cut a mango. Really, no idea. I read books, I live on ehow.com...somehow, it always ends up being an orange disaster all over my counter…and usually results in several cuts all over my hands.

-         When I bake a cheesecake, I sit on the floor in front of my oven for the entire time to make sure it doesn’t crack/burn/fall/start a mini fire in the oven.

-         You know this already, but I love boxed mix cake. Sometimes with canned frosting. sometimes with my own frosting. Sometimes just plain. it's so delicious and i'm not afraid to admit it. 

-         I have yet to make a perfect muffin. I have a really hard time getting them to the fluffiness that I so desire. I’m working on it.

-         I eat ice cream out of a mug and it makes my husband crazy. He doesn’t understand that when it comes to ice cream, I have a problem with portion control and must eat it out of my ice cream mug.

-         Speak of the devil…sometimes, when my husband is traveling, I eat two bowls cereal for dinner and watch reruns of sex and the city.

-         Last weekend, I burnt a dozen cupcakes. I was so upset that I threw each one in the garbage, one at a time, and let out of a string of four letter words. My poor padre (who doesn’t swear) was standing in the kitchen while it happened.

-         I love finding sweets from my childhood, like moon pies, pecan swirls or rainbow ice cream. I feel like I hit the jackpot. Adding to this, finding bakery outlet stores also gives me this feeling. Like a Wonder Bread/Hostess outlet. aisles and aisles of treats and breads for $1. They are so rare these days.. like the holy grail of baked goods. amazing. 

-         Andddd speaking of hostess....Hostess Orange Cupcakes are my favorite treat, as well as my mother’s. They aren’t always easy to find, but when we do come across them, we always call each other and say “guess what I’m eating?” Unfortunately for me, the gas station across the street from my office ALWAYS has them and I have to beat myself off with a stick to avoid getting a pack every day.

Here’s the point I’m trying to make, guys. Baking is my favorite thing to do and I’m good at it (I mean, whatever. Toot toot beep beep.) I feel accomplished and I enjoy making other people happy with my desserts.

This doesn’t make me a pretentious dessert snob. I’m a simple little lady. Who now wants orange cupcakes.