Cooking with Love

It's been a while since I baked something. But as I stood mixing the batter for cupcakes, I felt stress and tension in my shoulders [partly contributed to by this stupid cat named Puma who lives with us]. And then I discovered that I hadn't even added all of the ingredients into the batch.

So, I began again after a nice workout at the gym. But this time I was even more frustrated and sad. On the way home from the gym Travis and I were almost killed by a "sudden stopper" on Broadway. I felt blamed for the situation, but it really frightened me.

Now thoughts of how frustrated I've been all day are popping into my head, and I'm sorry, Allie, that the cupcakes weren't made with an overall feeling of love [although I love you]. But maybe this is a lesson I need to learn.

If everything were a cupcake, would it be filled with my love?