• Homemade Cream Puffs

    …And then there were cream puffs

    Today was a miserable day. One where I came home grumpy, overwhelmed and wishing for a re-do. Angry at a disorder I can’t cure, disappointed and frustrated in myself, and feeling generally defeated. For these days, I’m not a runner and I’m not into retail therapy. My kitchen fixes everything. I donned my pajama pants, an old t-shirt and my apron. Grabbed a slice of cheese and flipped through a cookbook looking for the most complicated recipe I could find. One that I’ve never made before but didn’t need to face the world again for ingredients. ¬†Words like boil, beat, and stir vigorously don’t hurt either. It may have been…