“A party without cake is just a meeting.” – Julia Child
Hello, my name is Brittany and I am addicted to sugar. Left to my own devices I would have a diet resembling Buddy the Elf. Sometimes I let myself and don’t feel bad about it. Today for breakfast I went dutch. Not the kind of dutch where you’re on a crappy date and then they top it off by asking you, “Can we go dutch?”. Yeah, sure, feminism, whatever. But the delicious kind of dutch with Anijsmelk Lattes and homemade Stroopwafels. For lunch I baked up a batch of Dark Chocolate, Pistachio, & Smoked Sea Salt Cookies and made love to my mixer bowl. By this time I had a major sugar headache and forced myself to eat vegetables for dinner. Making my life an equal balance of green things and baked goods has been…challenging.
I do not shy away from talking about suffering from eating disorders. In my previous life, AKA the last five years, I ate food without ever enjoying it. I was great at eating food to numb my feelings. As I began getting my eating issues under control, I found myself saying NO MORE SUGAR EVER AGAIN. But this went against everything I loved and believed that was holy! You are talking to someone whose idea of a fun Friday night is spending an entire paycheck in a bakery. I wanted to be like Julia Child! I wanted to enjoy all things butter and sugar without wanting to kill myself. Most important, I didn’t want to ever have hard rules and restrictions around food again. To do so played straight into the hands of the diet industry. Yuck.
I have always loved to bake. I have only loved one baker. The blogger turned cookbook author, Joy the Baker. I remember the day her first cookbook came out in 2012. I went to Barnes & Noble as soon as they opened and demanded a copy. They didn’t even have them on the shelf yet and had no idea what I was talking about. I assured them that today was the release date and someone found me a copy. I was going to make every single recipe from that book.
Yeah…the only thing I did was stuff it on a shelf and let it gather dust. I made a few recipes here and there but it was never a true hobby. Five years later, I was leaving Indiana to move to Portland. Packing up my belongings, I once again held the book in my hands all Marie Kondo like. Am I going to carry this book around with me the rest of my life just to stare at it? That’s like being the person obsessed with cooking shows that doesn’t cook (me, then).
For whatever reason, I decided 2017 was my year of baking. Once a week, I would bake something from that damn cookbook no matter what. Guess what!? This week is my one year anniversary of weekly baking adventures. I’ve made cookies, cakes, breads, pies, tarts, brownies, bars, scones, muffins, cheesecakes, biscuits. I put love and energy and good ingredients into every recipe and enjoyed them with no guilt. My favorite part? Sharing them with others! Do you know how hard it used to be for me to have sweets within a hundred mile vicinity of my mouth? Now, I can bake up dozens of cookies, eat one, and share the rest. WHO AM I!?!?
(That’s me looking cute AF eating pudding.) Apparently, it also turns out that baking is excellent for your mental health. Yeah, “Baking Therapy” is a real thing. Check this shit out:
It makes sense! Watching someone enjoy something I made is the ultimate joy. Someone told me that I am the best baker they know and my heart almost burst. It’s a nice feeling to know I can contribute to a community by coaxing something beautiful out of my kitchen. I can also take fate into my own hands. Never again will I have to worry about going to a party and there be no dessert. I am now the dessert bringer which GUARANTEES cake wherever I go.
So…eat the damn cake! Seduce people with sugar! It works. Life is way too short to avoid the bakery aisle. I’ll be over here planning my future sprinkle pool…dreaming of all the sweet, sticky things I’m gonna lick off my fingers (heh). Now…if only I can become one of Joy’s recipe testers. #lifegoals
Love to you!!!