If you know me at all, you know I’m not a girly-girl. Frills, bows, and uugh dresses do not excite me. I prick my fingers when I try to sew (just ask anybody who heard me cussing the needles last month at the ballet). And my housekeeping skills are bargain-basement-bad. (Scott’s, thankfully, are up to par.)

But.

There is one traditionally female thing I love to do. (And hey, guys enjoy this, too). And that’s cook. Baking, especially appeals to me. I’m in the middle of a fifty pound weight loss jag, though. Yes, I did say fifty pounds. And yes, I did say, in the middle.… Read the rest