I didn’t grow up baking, like at all. My mom was more of a cook because it lent itself to improvisation (her strength) and the idea that you could throw everything but the kitchen sink in a pot and make it work as dinner. Baking doesn’t work that way, as you know. It requires attention to detail, a bit of precision and following directions. When I graduated college, I started baking a lot because I loved how methodical it was. After a really long week full of to-do lists and meetings and running around, I found it so soothing to follow a set of instructions and end up with something awesome, regardless of how easy or difficult the recipe. It was and still is my favorite stress-reliever. Baking has also become one of my favorite things to do with my friends. My friend Hourie is my go-to friend when it comes to baking. It’s not uncommon for her to come over and we just literally bake the entire day, while simultaneously talking about life and boys and family. It’s always a good reminder of how many wonderful memories can be shared while kneading dough, in the kitchen, while wearing PJs …

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