I bake. A lot. And there was never a shortage of people to eat the wonderful baked goods I would pull from my oven several times each week. Between my roommates, my boyfriend with a sweet-tooth and my many cookie loving coworkers, I could be confident that whatever I made would be gone within the day.
Now things are a little different. Two roommates became one. The boyfriend is away for his summer job. And the summer staff at my newspaper is only a fraction of its normal population.
And yet I still have the desire to bake but not the desire to eat dozens of cookies. After a delicious batch I made today from Smitten Kitchen, I had one and then another. But now the other three dozen cookies I have left are serving as reminders that preparing full batches of baked goods this summer will not be sustainable.