People ask if I’m still doing physio (no) and going to hospitals (occasionally) and for bloods on a regular basis (yes). But the best therapy I’ve found so far is baking. I kid you not.
This began one morning when I wasn’t feeling like the happiest bunny, and my friend suggested making a Christmas cake. Within minutes this escalated into a competition between his cake – now revealed to be Delia’s recipe – and mine – a Nigella recipe.
You can see the progress on mine below. As it turns out… men seem to like his cake, which is dense like… bread pudding; women seem to like mine, which is lighter and more cake like. An analogy of the sexes? Perhaps, but nevertheless it is true. In almost scientific tests compromising of 4 men and 5 women, this was 100% true.
What’s that you say? There were more women? Which meant mine got the most votes? And therefore technically won? Gosh, I hadn’t noticed!
This morning we are making bagels. You boil them for 2 minutes before you bake them. I love bagels so we shall see how they turn out. If it works, well, they are sooo much cheaper this way that I may be a convert.
Baking. Beats physio and therapy any day.