A few years ago I lost 50lbs. I started cooking real food, running a lot, and thinking about my health. I also started baking. Interestingly, it’s the baking that changed my life.
Before I knew it I was baking layer-cakes, whipping up meringue-based frosting, and going on for hours about how expensive cocoa powder, real vanilla, and 100% maple syrup were worthy investments.
Baking appeals to my sense of obsession, my slight compulsiveness (or not so slight), and my love of predictable results. Yet, it allows me to be spontaneous. Few things make me happier than cracking a few eggs open on a Sunday afternoon and whipping up some meringue.
The one thing that does make me happier than baking? Watching people enjoy what I make for them. One does not need cake to live, but I would argue strongly for a correlation between happiness and cake consumption.
And in my opinion, cake is always better with lots of butter and a pinch of salt to tie the flavors together.