I might as well post another one that's been floating around my brain.
Baking.
I love to bake. Cookies, pies, cakes. Sweet, gooey parcels of deliciousness.
And I finally figured out why. I read it in a book, and it was an epiphany. It also totally relates to why I don't like to cook.
To bake something and have it come out close to perfection, you absolutely MUST follow the directions. Sure, you can deviate *a little*; throw in some toasted coconut here, some pecans there, but the basic of the recipe cannot be fucked with or it will be a disaster. Perfectly portioned teaspoonfuls must be put in in the correct amount and order. Mixing and baking instructions have got to be followed as well or it won't turn out right. There's a well written plan, and it has to be adhered to.
Baking feeds my obsessive need for order. Cooking is chaos. A pinch of this, toss in some of that... That no work for me.
Also, baked goods make people happy. And underneath it all, we all just want to be happy, non?
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