Oh my goodness gracious!!!!!

My kitchen looks like I murdered a flour bag.

So, yeast was NOT my friend yesterday! I was using rapid rise yeast in a recipe that called for regular yeast. (I'm going to blame that part on my mother because she gave the rapid rise yeast.) Of coarse I didn't figure why the dough wasn't rising until today. So now I must start all over with the yeast dishes.

Some how I managed to use 4 blocks of room temperature butter. I have now clue where it went.

The Peanut butter cake went pretty well. So well that my dog decided that she was going to get up on the table and eat some........ I guess I should take that as a compliment.

Don't know why I feel like baking so much right now but i do.

I like when you get the dough just right (which took me quite a few tries yesterday). Something just feels right about that. Some times I wonder who was just sitting there and thought, "Oh I'll just add this and that and make this." Adding yeast to bread. It's amazing really.

I'm mean, what makes humans look at one thing and then look at another and say, this will make something. I mean does the first person who makes something get it right the first time, or do they screw up a bunch of times? We tend to look at geniuses and think that something just dawned on them one day and they didn't even have to try hard to figure it out. I wonder if that is really true. Maybe some times. But I'm starting to think that more often than not they screw up a whole bunch first.

Are our ideas just a function on survival? How can we understand them? How should we understand them? Or should I say in what context should we understand them? Philosophically or scientifically or both?

My philosophical self and my scientific self seem to become less and less separate every day.