Made a cake in the bread maker, look at me. Turned 17 AND into a domestic goddess today. What a remarkable event. 

I even hoovered then emptied the dishwasher this morning.

Phew. 

So, I’ve always had a fear of ovens. As in, if one is on I can’t really touch or go near it without getting really uncomfortable. As for getting something out of an oven or putting something in - I simply couldn’t do it. Not a chance. Yes I know it’s stupid and weird. I DIGRESS. 

This week I gave myself a metaphorical slap and bought some cookery and baking books, raided the library and forced myself to use the oven. IT WORKED, I’VE BAKED 3 CAKES THIS WEEK. I’ve also burnt things, failed miserably at making banana oat bars and thrown lots of things away… 

It’s addictive, I now love it and I love cookery books and recipes so I decided to set myself a challenge - simply (it’s not really though is it?), teach myself to cook. 

P.S - I’m still scared of ovens.