I am an instant gratification kind of gal.
This is not a good thing.
I visited my crafting lair in the afternoon. I have hundreds of dollars wrapped up in crafting and beading supplies.
Some people would say that beading is an instant gratification kind of hobby. I disagree. 83% of the time invested in making jewelry is figuring out what you are going to make and how you are going to make it. I try to find inspiration among my beads. I look for the beads, wire and thread to somehow speak to me and tell me how to assemble them into a gorgeous adornment. They practically ignore me. I look on my Pinterest board and only get frustrated when I can't duplicate the beautiful jewelry found there.
Nothin. No gratification whatsoever.
But I decided that's why I love cooking.
There is no better instant gratification activity (keep it clean here, people) than cooking. Well, OK - eating the fine meal you prepared is pretty darn special. Especially since moving to St. Louis, cooking the evening meal has become one of the highlights of my day. It's not a bad thing when John comes home and suggests an "easy" meal - frozen, pre-made or takeout - but I feel like I've skipped an important part of my day when we do that.
I love cooking so much that I made red pepper pesto sauce today and after the peppers were done roasting, I made - are you ready for this? - homemade dog treats.
I have become a person I used to make fun of.
It was suggested that one of the dogs could use a little more fiber in her diet, and pumpkin is a good source. Pumpkin, rolled oats and powdered milk, baked for 20 minutes. I am now Super Dog Mom! Making homemade cookies for my pookies!
My Super Dog Mom gratification was officially squelched when we were jolted awake in the middle of the night, not once but twice, by a pup puking in our bed.
Back to beading. No instant gratification, but far less clean up.
