Baking out the Blues

Mel says my mastery in being able to 'summon' Sadness with the snap of my fingers, then meme-ing it to people around me, is deserving of idolatry. To her I say - it's not mastery, it's an art that's been perfected through time. Ahem.

And while I'm busy *virtually* peeling her pouty lips from off the ground I've tread upon, I'd like to draw everyone's attention to...

freshly baked cupcakes!

Tired of moaning and moping, I decided to shake off all negative, defeatist feelings with a good ol' kitchen remedy (???) - B.A.K.I.N.G.

But gawd, I CANNOT BAKE. In order to eschew any (highly) possible kitchen disasters, I resorted to using these vunderbah baking aids. Oh, I kiss the ground of the inventors of these stress-free creations. Muah muah muah.

Ready-mix Dora Cupcakes!

So Friday, Saturday - I baked. And baked. And baked.

Not only ready-mix cupcakes, but REAL, recommended-off-the-internet-recipe, chocolate chip cookies.

You know, I really love the idea of baking. Even though I'll never be a pâtissier. I always gawp (and drool) whenever I read/check out the foodie pictures on cooking blogs. I marvel at the baking prowess of these bloggers . (Ros, must take you on as my sifu!)

Anyway, anyway. Why baking therapy? Inspired by an episode ('I Am a Tree') from Grey's Anatomy where Izzie channels her grief into muffin-making, I thought why not? It satisfies two primary needs - to stave off the blues, and to indulge unabashedly in sweet, sweet comfort food.

So right now, sitting in my kitchen is a tray of cupcakes and tupperware-LOADs of chocolate chip cookies. I'd offer an entire batch to you but they taste somewhat like fibre-y sawdust.

trust me, they are as pasty as they look

It's no fault of the recipe though. It's me.

I CANNOT bake. But at least, I'm a lot less blue.