Sometimes I wonder why I don't work in a bakery. I would love love love to be able to pipe frosting on gingerbread houses all day. I stopped in my tracks in the bakery section of Central Market in Houston when I saw this gingerbread neighborhood! It was a sight to see.
I'm convinced that I am genetically predisposed to love baking. I get sentimental when the special displays are set up in the grocery store - candied orange peel, new cartons of baking powder, bars of baker's chocolate - "Hello, old friends!"
I "collect" colored sugar and sprinkles like it was embroidery floss or watercolor paints. Color is color and I have to have it, no matter the medium. Do you fell this way? Is your DNA coded for baking?