In September 2011, I lost my father to cancer. Around the same time, I found out I finally had a gift for baking. Even more than that, I found out that baking felt more comfortable to me than therapy, so instead of going to the head shrinker, I went to the kitchen and have been in there ever since.
Baking therapy is my little journey of the deliciousness I have created, and how it is helping me cope with the loss of my dad.
Hopefully I won’t end up in the looney bin.
ps- that picture is from when I was in college. Hey college Sasha! You lookin fly! Get it girl, owwww. Sorry, I just had to harass her because damn she look good.