There are many things I'm obsessed with. Percy Jackson, Kingdom Hearts, myself, Final Fantasy, Percy Jackson, Facebook...
Did I mention cooking? Nah, I don't think so.
I love the way butter sizzles in a skillet or the way it feels to knead bread dough. Most of all, I love biting into that cookie or brownie or slice of buttered bread or even some baked chicken. The fact that I made it makes it taste 10 times better.
Cooking strokes my ego and fills my stomach. Cooking made my freshman year so freaking easy, emotionally.
"Hey, wanna be friends?"
"Here's a sugar cookie. Wanna be friends?"
"Get over here, buddy!"
Oh yeah, and cooking made me about 50 bucks this summer. Nurses love their baked goods.
Cooking helps me cope. I'm-pissed-snickerdoodles and I'm-freaking-out-about-this-test-Mac&Cheese is pretty freaking amazing, if I do say so myself.
Without my cooking ability, I would be hungry, bored, broke, and not friends with some of the people that I am friends with.
And that is why I'm abso-frikin-lutely obsessed with cooking.