Baking as Therapy

Baking is, for me, therapy.

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I remember how I would travel some 10km+ to ha boKoko when we didn't have an oven stove at home, just so I can bake. Be ke fitlha ke lapile when I had walked all the way mara I needed my fix. There's nothing romantic about walking long distance - get that pART - no matter why. And the dishes after that??? LORD have mercy!

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And now being able to bake ka hae anytime - and I mean ANYTIME - is such a mood😂😂! Baking has now become more of an escape and addiction. When I'm struggling with my schoolwork - out of frustration - I bake. When motherhood feels a bit too much - I bake. When I get writer's block - I bake. When angry, triggered - I bake. The most absurd is baking when I'm happy because that gets me over-excited and I rattle, my mind has so many tabs open and I can't even keep up, nevermind those I live with.😂😂

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What I appreciate though, ke ho ithuta and experimenting with different recipes.🙌🏼🙌🏼 And learning that BoMma loooooooooove chocolate cake!😂😂 Her children need to gazat and buy the ingredients so I'll bake chocolate cake for her birthday.

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On BoMma, the 23cm baking pan in the pictures happens to be older than me and I'm the FIRST in the family to use it.😂😂 BoMma's late husband bought the pans for her before I was even conceived - they say that maybe he bought them for me.🥺🥺 Is this an instance of things going full-circle?

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Here's to more baking days until my baby can help me with the dishes because BoMma ba a lapa.❤❤

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