when all else fails, bake.

Here is why I love to cook: you start with eggs and flour (or, in my case, eggs and a boxed mix), and when you're finished, you have a cake. I love the completeness of it - you can start and finish something in a few hours, and other people can enjoy what you've made without any sort of commitment.  Everybody loves cake.

So when the rest of life is out of my hands - nebulous things like the future, or things beyond my fabrication like money - I cook. Because I can control a cake. I can take eggs and some other stuff and make something taste good.  And on this lazy rainy Saturday, I'm making a gooey butter cake.  Anyone want a piece?

As a bonus, here's a picture of a baby in a box. If a baby in a box doesn't make you smile, nothing will.