Now!

There is currently a rhubarb crumble baking in the oven. Yum! I don't bake much, but when I do, it's usually spontaneous. Sometimes I'll start baking when I'm in the middle of making dinner, but I try to avoid that inevitable disaster.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I am very quirky. Correct.

I remember having a funny conversation with a friend (who is now pregnant, not that that's relevant) about how spontaneity is linked to doing something unhealthy, particularly for our boyfriends, and how that is silly. We thought, wouldn't it be fabulous if our mates spontaneously did the dishes? Or spontaneously ate a stalk of broccoli? Not that baking a rhubarb crumble is particularly healthy (although having read this, I'm beginning to wonder if I wouldn't be better off increasing my dairy intake) but it's the act of baking to which I refer. Baking, like dancing, is one of those activities where I don't for a second wish I was doing something else. It makes me very happy and I don't know why I don't do more of it. No time, I guess. Must pounce on those urges to bake when they happen upon me.