Baking Therapy

Baking seems to be my therapy. If I'm board, sad, mopey pretty much any not so great emotion I bake, it makes me feel better. Maybe it is the order and control of it or the joy it beings to others when I give them some of it. Although my baking tonight was no so orderly or under control. We got a new mixer, this really nice kitchen aid one which I am in love with but still learning to use. So I decided to make peanut butter cookies (I am on the search for the perfect ones, nice and chewy). I followed the directions to a tee until I got to the part about adding the flour a little at a time. I added it all at once and turned the mixer on with, in my defence, the plastic guard on. So you can see where this went it literally barfed all over the kitchen. I had flour from head to toe all across the kitchen. It was kind of funny though. The cookies did turn out quite well in the end even though the amount of flour was a little off.
So baking tonight was a combination of board and sad. I guess the sad is always there these days sometimes it's worse than others. I guess most of the time I try and push it down and not feel at all because it's easier then hurting. I feel terrible my dad wants to take a week off at the start of April to quit drinking and all I can think of is how can I not spend that week at home. So more baking for me...