We should all be so lucky to have such speedy metabolism.

We should all be so lucky to have such speedy metabolism.

Food.

This obsession I have with food is amplified when the tough stuff starts going down. Baking is my stress reliever and eating is my cozy security blanket.

Being in my early twenties, I am lucky enough to still have a mean grasp on my speedy metabolism. When I was pregnant, I skyrocketed up to 170. ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY POUNDS ladies and gents! Okay, granted I'm 5'10" and was underweight before getting knocked up, this is still a huge number. Ten days of breastfeeding before the unexplained milk drought and I was already down to 155. Score!

I am positive that one day, when I'm thirty, I'll look in the mirror and say, "Oh hey, there fatty! Where did you come from? Wanna be ballsy and go chunky dunking in the community pool later?!"

For the time being, the level of emotional and physical stress I'm wading through is keeping me svelte. My metabolism is on overdrive and I feel like I could eat the world or maybe a cute small child here or there. Or half a batch of this deliciousness which I happen to be devouring as I write this very post.

The most terrible thing in the world happened this morning for an aggrieved woman. The toaster is broken. It's plugged in. Why isn't it working?! Is the toaster completely unaware of the turmoil this household is experiencing?! I NEED MY CHEESE BAGEL WITH WHIPPED CREAM CHEESE!

(Yes an aggrieved woman reacts to a broken toaster in the same manner she might if the world were ending or a terrible rainstorm had lifted her home from its foundation and sent it adrift in the ocean.)

Silver lining: I get to leave the house tonight, Nugget unattached to my leg or fleeting at every opportunity into the recesses of the store, to enjoy Target. All the while, I'll be calmly browsing for new merchandise AND purchasing a new toaster. Mmm...the little things. Like toasters.

Then, when I get home from my childless adventure to Target, I'm making Bear Creek Cheddar Broccoli Soup in Sourdough Bread Bowls. It IS 93 degrees outside, but it is also the second official day of fall. Ere go, I'm making soup for dinner, damnit.