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?"
"No."
"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.
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