Food.

When it comes to baking and cooking, you might think that the odds are stacked against me. I hate following directions and I'm extremely impatient, meaning I'm apt to eye ball ingredients and prematurely remove things from the oven. If any of that wasn't enough to keep me out of the kitchen, please factor in my propensity for experimenting with ingredients not exactly listed in the recipe I'm supposed to be following. Good thing apple pie is pretty simple. If I were sane, I would have just purchased some canned apples in syrup and some frozen pie crust and called it a day. Instead I selected a fussy french pastry recipe for the crust and was determined to peel and slice all ten pounds of apples collected over the weekend. It might not be pretty, but deep dish apple pie with a cheddar cheese crust is amazing, I would know since I had a gigantic slice while watching The Biggest Loser. The only guilt experienced was when I realized the recipe contained no less than four sticks of butter and a cup of heavy cream. Then I ran five miles.