Let me start with an admission: I don’t like running. I ran some on my high school’s track team, and on occasion since then at the gym, or even outdoors when it’s the only option. It was not because I enjoyed it. More like because I wanted to hang out with friends or lose weight.
Baking is a brilliant discipline. I take great joy from mixing precise ingredients, watching those ingredients change in the oven and admiring the final product. The process has always been oddly therapeutic, even if my earliest attempts were complete failures. With just a persistent interest in creating treats (and in eating them TBH), I dredge