I have always been interested in baking, but it wasn’t until December 2013 that I finally started doing it because my husband was so against it.
He is usually supportive of my hobbies. He lets me do the things that I enjoy because he believes that “a happy wife means a happy life.” It’s just that he has seen me many times go crazy over a new hobby only to lose interest in it a few months after. So he drew the line because he cannot allow me to invest in expensive baking tools that may just end up in storage once I move on to another interest.
Year after year I begged him and year after year he said no but after he left to work in Ethiopia, I finally got myself an oven. *happy dance* I wasn’t sneaky about it, I promise! I still discussed it with him. He initially said “No,” citing the same reasons, but he finally relented when I argued that I needed the distraction.
I made it no secret to him that I was (and still am) against his decision to work overseas. I took his departure very badly to the point where I had started resenting him. I’m not proud to admit this but I had picked fights with him in the five months or so that he’d been away because I couldn’t stand the loneliness and I especially resented feeling abandoned. So I implored him to let me take up baking so my mind would be engaged in a more positive and productive activity, and fortunately he agreed.
Since then, I have made several baked goodies (I’ve shared some recipes here and here) which I made my workmates eat. I also baked a cake for my husband when he came home last year. Regrettably, I have not baked anything after that because life became so hectic I couldn’t find the time and the energy to use the oven.
Now that I resumed blogging activities, I’m thinking of picking up my spatula once again to bake some delicious cupcakes for the kids. And with Queen Ella’s birthday very soon, I have the perfect excuse to bake again.
So which one do I make?
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