For as long as I can remember, I haven’t been able to sleep. My father can’t fall asleep, my mother can’t stay asleep, and I can’t seem to do either. I’ve tried melatonin, Kava Kava, St. John’s Wort, Ambien, white noise machines, herbal teas, warm baths, cold showers, reading, not reading, sex, no sex, and even deeply inhaling the aroma of a freshly cut onion. And yet, I stay awake.
In past years, my late nights tended to include gallons of whiskey and whatever happened to be on HBO at the time. Now there’s no whiskey, and I make do with Netflix streaming. However, I began yearning to do something more productive with restless hours, and so an experiment began. Cookies, breads, cakes, tarts, fudge, truffles . . . I take a great deal of comfort in the simple mixing together of ingredients, and making my roommate eat them.
I’m not a chef, I don’t create recipes, and only sometimes do I adjust them. But if you’re a novice in the kitchen and need a friend while you’re throwing some flour around, I hope you will stay with me to read.