peanut butter cookies

It's tuesday night at 10 o'clock... PM. I just put a batch of peanut butter cookies in the oven and Becky is just finishing up her homemade cinnamon rolls as well. What is going on?

When did I ever think that I would be sitting in my apartment, late on a weekday night, baking? It's just a little bit funny. I have never classified myself as someone who would consider that a hobby. Is this something that single girls in their mid 20's find themselves doing? In that case, bring it on!

The thing about it, is that I actually enjoy it. Lately, I have been finding myself stressed and not as positive as normal. When I was still stranded in Moreno Valley, my hometown in California, my life consisted of going to work and coming home to my bed. It sounds normal, but not when you nap from 6-9 and then wake up for a few hours and take it back to the sheets til work began in the morning again. The reason that this was my routine is because I wasn't happy where I was.

So when I did that today, I awoke with an annoyance. I am so happy and I have so much to be grateful for! The sun is shining (as of late), I am on my own, my family and friends are amazing, etc. Which brings me back to baking.... at 10 PM.

I think as you get older, you learn things about yourself you were severely unaware of. Tonight I learned that baking releases stress. Being able to focus on a recipe, you kind of forget your worries. You're mind is working on creating something... DELICIOUS. So tonight it was peanut butter cookies. Mostly because I had all the ingredients at home and was already in sweats. There was no way you would get me to change out of these things and make the trek to Smiths. Which isn't a trek at all, just extremely high chances you will run into someone you know, someone attractive. It always happens at the worst moments.

Until next time...

PS. I burned my first batch, they are disgusting. Better luck on the next go around!