I'm not really sure why, but last night I had the urge to bake cookies. I am not a baker. At all. When I've tried baking in the past, it usually comes out quite terribly--at least aesthetically--and probably because I may have looked at a recipe once in my life. After that first time, I thought it more fun to go with the flow, go with my gut, and to be surprised by what was going to come out of the oven. Let me just say, this method of baking has yet failed to amuse me.
So, I put all the different ingredients I know you need to bake anything into a mixing bowl and stirred it up until I had some nice gooey dough. About 10 minutes after (I think...I'm not really sure to be honest), I took the batch out of the oven and it turned out that instead of cookies, I made scones. For the first time I actually feared what I may have concocted. Once it cooled a tad so that I could at least touch it, I took a cautious niblet. Okay...not bad. It maybe could've used a bit more sweetener. I never keep sugar in the house, so I always use agave--even to bake.
I grabbed one, put it on a plate for my fiance and spread some jam on it. He was so excited, I told him to hold his horses. I wasn't so sure he should be thanking me just yet. Well, the boy went back for seconds.
I laughed. See, it's not always about following the rules. It's not even necessarily knowing what you're doing. Sometimes all the and the joy is in simply experimenting and discovering what you might be capable of. Of course, this doesn't apply to everything--if you're going to fly a plane you better damn well know how to fly that thing!
Anyways, it was just an inadvertent reminder to live a little in the unknown--you never know what you might encounter.
BIG LOVE & HUGS