My Life's Calling

I'll make this post short and sweet. For the longest time I've felt sure that my life's calling was to be an awesome teacher. You know, inspire little hearts to dream, shape and mold the future, save the world one finger painting at a time, that kind of stuff. But, now I'm being pulled in a new direction. As you know, lately I've been spending approximately 80% of my existence in the kitchen cooking delicious things of all shapes and sorts. It is this new hobby of filling the mouths friends and loved ones with delicious smackerels of yum that has led me to thinking my life would be more fulfilled as a wonderful, loving, apron-wearing, spatula-weilding housewife. Don't get me wrong, I'd still love to win some bread and bring home some bacon (are these food-references too much?)... but what I really think I'd love is to take a few years off and spoil the hell out of my family with some amazing food and a dazzlingly clean house. Is that too 1950s? Do I make all of the hard-working feminists that have come before me roll in their graves? I don't actually care.

The point is, I love cooking. Here's a sample of more mischief I've been cooking up lately.