It’s no state secret that I love to bake for other people, but the operative word here is I. ME. MYSELF. So when people thank me for baking for them, I always feel compelled to shout at them, no, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, THANK YOU, because as much as I love baking for others, I love to do it for myself. It’s procrastibaking, it’s deliciously selfish, it’s my one fully fun thing, it’s fully mine, even when it’s yours, even when it’s dripping down your face / sticking to your teeth / sabotaging your diet / gumming up your hands, IT IS ACTUALLY MINE.