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Chocolate Crinkle Cookies

In Chocolate, Cookies on October 24, 2010 at 2:41 pm
From Adriana Baking

It first hit me three weeks ago.  My high school held a college fair that memorable afternoon in September, hosting colleges from all over the United States. It was intended for juniors and graduating seniors, though freshmen were invited to participate. As I watched the representatives set up their booths, draping tablecloths over their stands and slowly transforming the field into a rainbow of school colors, my classmates started to talk. The buzz of anticipation and the hubbub of their impressionable chatter enveloped me, surrounded me, left me out. I realized with slow certainty that  each one of my friends had their lives planned out, theirs careers set. I- wants to study architecture and S- dreams of becoming a nurse, while T-‘s mind is set along the lines of psychology. Or was it medicine? And each one of them had an answer to the questions posed – what field are you interested in? What do you want to study? Not only can they answer without doubt masking their words, they know exactly which career they want to pursue. As for me, I don’t even know what I’m not interested in studying. I am completely undecided. Read the rest of this entry »

Pull-Apart Loaf – Infinite Layers of Possibilities

In Frostings and Icings, Yeast Breads on October 9, 2010 at 6:17 pm
From Adriana Baking

I’ve been around music for as long as I can remember.

As a preschooler riding to school on her very first day of kindergarten, I remember dreading the rides to school, awaiting something made far worse by my imagination than it was in reality. I sat quietly in my seat, peering out of the passenger seat window and seizing every fraction of traffic, trying to squeeze time out of the seconds ticking by.   My mother would pop my favorite CD into the disk drive in an effort to ease the tension – when the familiar tunes wrapped around me, equivalent to a warm blanket on a stormy evening, and caressed my hair,  school didn’t seem like such a daunting event any longer. Music made everything  better then, and it still does now. Every night, after being tucked into bed and having received my good-night kisses, my mother still turns the stereo to a calming clarinet solo or a classic violin concerto. The notes dance throughout my room, finding their way out into the dark night, all the while sending me to a land of dreams, a land of unconsciousness devoid of stress. Read the rest of this entry »