| March 10, 2005 |
| I'm living a dream. On Monday, I started my baking and pastry class. I sleep all morning. I eat cookies all day. I do nothing all night. It's the perfect life. This is one of my favorite classes. The amount of sugar at my disposal is ridiculous. We make breads, custards, cookies, cakes, pies, tarts, etc... I felt sort of lame for being a semi-professional and having no idea how to make any type of dessert without consulting a Betty Crocker box. Now, I'm a sweet thing champ. Hehe. I'm learning a lot of stuff. And I come home smelling like cookies - bonus! So, that's my life. I should've been a baker. Oh, and I decided to take you all up on your wishes to have me cater crap for you. When I get home, I'm gonna be the Martha Stewart of fly-ass dinner parties. Well, without the house arrest ankle bracelet. I'll show you guys pictures. I don't have any so far, because the food never hangs around long enough for me to take a picture. Hey - it's all so good. I'm a baker. |