Laughing in the Abyss

I have always liked baking. Cooking sucks, but baking is fun and dessert is better than everything. Thanks to Great British Bake Off (GBBO) and every other baking show that humble, I feel I can actually try a few things. The caliber of the home cook I am is vastly different than most and thats okay. I want to bake what I like and when I can.

Asshole brain time. My boyfriend’s sister in law is one of my biggest brain takers. She does many things that I’ll never understand and loves to post on her social media and private stories about her life. She mostly post all the negative, how hard and terrible life (it’s not and that’s a whole different story). She’s also annoyingly good at almost everything she does. Not to mention that my boyfriend’s family (close and extended) love to give her all the praise and pomp for her existence. Trust me I am biter, and for the reasoning of my own mind. I haven’t done anything to even admit that I can do anything so why would they do the same for me? Aside from the fact I work full time and keep house and all the things BUT yet again I’m just a biter bitch.

This isn’t to prove or show off who’s the better baker or to even do it cause I want to be better. I’m doing it cause it’s something I like and can do. I’ll over think on where and what to start with and spend countless hours on pintrest to find the most perfect thing to start. What I’m going to do I start with what I have. And I have peaches and I think I can pull off a crumble. Simple, direct, and to the point. I do love chocolate and lush desserts the most, and again I’m working with what I have.

Asshole brain time. I remember in high school, I had this idea to open my own pastry shop, or chocolate shop. I was going to name is ‘Sydlicious’. I wanted to go to some kind of culinary school and actually learn to make it work. So ambitious! My parents said, no and that if I graduate college with a business degree then I could to culinary school and learn it then. Just a look into how my whole life my parents always wanted me to be the person who ran the business, nothing more or less. Talk about the pressure.

Back to dessert, no the recipe is not linked below. I’m not going to write a long drawn out saga about my life for peaches. And frankly no one would read it. So join us next time on “Let’s try to bake!”