It's a Martha Stewart Thing

As soon as the weather turns cold, something switches on in my brain and it's as if a whole new person emerges.

i bake.

And bake.

And bake some more. i love baking - cookies, cakes, breads, muffins, biscuits, all kinds of things. i experiment with baking, i dream of hundreds of cookies and tarts and..

The thing is that i don't keep any of it-i give it away or take it to work or send it to church.

Perhaps it's the 'hunkering down for winter' instinct that is in my genetic makeup. Maybe my Mom used to bake more in the autumn (i'm sure of it now that i've given it some thought) and so i just assume that's what i need to do.

In any case, my co-workers are going to gain some nice winter weight and my house will be warm and cozy and smell like a million bucks while i am content to play Martha Stewart for one more night.

Tonight i'm making Cranberry Tassies.

Can't wait.