I love baking and loathe cooking. I am pretty good at whipping up yummy desserts but fail miserably at the "meal" thing. I have been wondering why. Here's what I figured out. I am passionate about how perfect and delicious a delectable dessert will be but I could care less about how many minutes it takes to make a 3 minute egg. Passion, it fuels our successes and is often absent at our failures. What would we be doing if we followed our lust, our passions, our desires? Hmm. There definately would be lots of more naughty desserts at my house for sure;)


















