They Must Have Cream Cheese in Heaven

One of the things I can live on forever and ever is cream cheese. I just love it so much. When I worked at a call center, my eating schedule would be crappy and sometimes I would go for an entire day without a meal due to laziness. Then on my usual bi-monthly trip to the grocery, I stumbled upon a sale on cream cheese that were going to expire within a month. I grabbed one package of cream cheese and a big pack of crackers. That was my meal for a week. Oh... It was so good, not healthy but oh so good!

If only cream cheese wasn't pricey or hard to find in this part of the world, I would have it every single day. But it is so I just learn to live without it. When I do buy some I relish it for days. I don't make cheesecake or anything else with it though. What if I mess up the recipe and waste the cream cheese? That would be terrible! So even though I have been baking for awhile, I haven't made anything with cream cheese yet. Until two days ago, that is.

I finally made cream cheese frosting. Oh. My. Lord. It is so delicious! I have to stop myself from eating it while mixing the frosting. I figured I would need a cream cheese frosting for my iron cupcake earth entry and I was right.

Cream cheese just makes everything better. That and chocolate!

The Truth That Hurts or the Truth that Will Set You Free?

Starting a business is not fun, not fun at all.

I bought my first oven in 2007, baked my first cake a week later for Christmas Eve dinner. It was a Red Velvet cake, three layers, with slightly burnt bottoms and covered in not-so-fluffy poor man's frosting. Everyone who had a piece loved it. They had no idea what Red Velvet was and some of the kids were afraid to eat a red cake. I loved it. I was so glad there were leftovers and I probably had that cake for the next three days.

The reason I wanted to bake was simple. I love cake. For me, it's the best part of any party. My eyes would light up when I walk into a room and see the beautiful, delicious cake on display and almost always I have to be the one to suggest to start cutting it. So when I bought my first oven I was in heaven. I could just bake a cake anytime I want. Or cookies. Or brownies. Anything, really.

It could be 1 AM and I could be watching The Bourne Ultimatum on HBO and I'd suddenly have a craving for brownies. Before the oven I would just scour the fridge for anything chocolate. But not anymore, I had the power. The power to bake.

Baking is so much fun. Eating the cake is even more fun. Trying to get the courage to sell people cakes... not fun at all. I just don't feel like I'm good enough. Or people won't be willing to part with their hard earned cash for my cakes.

It's a lot of doubt and fear and second-guessing. Do I have what it takes? Am I ready? I want so much to leap without looking, to just trust myself but it's so hard.

What if baking stops being fun? That's my biggest fear.

Iron Cupcake Earth

I've finally decided to join. It's gonna be fun, fun, fun!