I love to bake. It should be done with love. More pointless people looking for attention.
So glad my parents raised me to not be an embarrassing dolt.
I love to bake. It should be done with love. More pointless people looking for attention.
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Indeed. I can’t imagine cooking in a rage. What good would come of it? Rage meatloaf? Resentment casserole? Fight the patriarchy cupcakes? Pretty sure I wouldn’t want to try any of that.
Cooking is very soothing.
Raw ingredients come in, tasty food goes out.
Not many things in life that you get such a quick return on.