I am a gym rat. I also bake a lot of high caloric foods. Maybe that is why I am a gym rat. Necessity. The dichotomy is not really that blatant until I am at the gym watching Cupcake Wars as my machine reads that I have just finished a 900 calorie work out. I would like to formally apologize to those at the gym with me who are stuck watching it. I have no desire to change this behavior. I like both activities. I like them simultaneously. But if you ever run into someone who mentions that they go to the gym with some crazy who watches the Food Network while at the gym, you can go ahead and tell them I sometimes feel guilt about this (since they probably aren't reading this blog).
"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things." Philippians 4:8
Sunday, April 22, 2012
It is official. As my lease ends in September I have come to the glaring realization that my next residence needs nothing more than a kitchen. I will have a bed that turns into a dining room table, or maybe not even have a bed, just buy more Rockstars and Starbucks. I think this is a wise investment, as I spent Thursday afterschool pretending like my size-of-a-miniature-poodle kitchen was really a commercial size kitchen and proceeded to make a baseball hat carrot cake, a coconut baseball cake, chocolate cupcakes, an ice cream cake and 3 flavors of frosting. Things got interesting. It is never a good idea to have dense carrot cakes that are sculpted into a baseball hat delicately balancing on your coffee maker with the prayer that it doesn't fall when the sculpted cake has reached the status of being called "my baby." Its like trying to bake a wedding cake in an Easy Bake oven; it just shouldn't happen.
These cakes were then transported and my friends who helped in the transporting probably didn't realize that they put their lives on the line for coming to my aid because if they dropped one, I was prepared to make them pay ("end them" if you will). Yeah, I get attached to my projects sometimes. Character flaw? Probably. But I have decided that instead of dealing with this unhealthy attachment to my baked goods, I should probably just move into a kitchen and mask the issue. Logical. Regardless, the cakes made it to their destination in one piece.
See? This is the cake. At it's destination. In one piece. There was one smudge of black icing but I decided to spare my helper's life since it was a 98.4% success (which is a passing grade). Smudged icing is still delicious icing. In addition, the baseball cake in the background made it without a hitch. Plus? In Ace of Cakes people have commited greater errors in transportation and they still maintain their living and breathing status and even their jobs as cake gurus so I decided a little grace was in order. Thank goodness I have Jesus to teach me how to be nice to people like this, eh?
That is something that has been running through my mind a lot lately. We all have these things that bring the carnal side of us out, the ugly parts of us that we would rather others not bare witness to. The reality is there is a whole lot of my character that has been transformed by the grace of God. This grace covers me and compells me to be a better me. Though flaws are abundant, there is a clear mark left by my Maker who continually refines me and for that I praise. I am compassionate and sweet not because I am massively sugared from all of my baking projects but because I am loved greatly by the greatest Lover of all time.
"We love because He first loved us." 1 John 4:19
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Titles can be misleading. Everyone has been recommending (and by everyone I mean random people on Pinterest I don't even know who have been deciding my most recent culinary endeavors) this recipe called "I want to marry you" cookies. I have decided that the title is missing an important piece. I am choosing to call these cookies "I want to marry you quick because pretty soon all of the butter in this recipe will go to my hips and then you won't want to marry me anymore" cookies.
The butter that left it's shiny trace on each fingertip was a gentle reminder that while these cookies contained oatmeal, they are a negative five on the health scale. It is recipes like these that make me excited to get old because when I am old and retired with my own little bakery, I plan on eating whatever I want. Ice cream for breakfast. Everyday. For lunch too. Maybe dinner. I deserve to celebrate each breath I continue to take, and I plan on celebrating with tons of the things I said no to while eating my greens in my 20's when it mattered. I think I need a Pinboard reserved for the recipes I will make for myself when I am 80 and there is zero hope for me ever having a six pack. I'm not going to say that I won't enjoy a salad or two when I am older, but my rigid diet will not be a priority. I will eat what I want when I want and lick the plate when I finish. I will make many much "I want to marry you" cookies drenched in butter and own at least 5 ice cream makers to ensure that I have a wealth of ice cream selections available to me at all times.
Among the many things I dream about doing when I'm old like opening my own bakery and having brightly colored sweat suits for doing Jazzercize, I am excited to grow old with someone. I may let go of nutrition and adopt ice cream as my sole nutrient but love is something that will not be relinquished. Bouquets, letters and sweet moments walking hand in hand will crescendo into a beautiful symphony of romance as we get old and prune-y together. It will be beautiful. So, I wait for the days of my frozen dairy diet and watch God's plan unfold in the process, enjoy every rabbit meal I nibble at and smell the flowers delivered to me today with the scent bright promises.
"And we know that in all things, God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose." Romans 8:28