My Soul Yearns for Baked Goods.

Something has been bugging me as of late, the severe lack of baking in my life. I love baking. I adore cooking in general, but there's something about pulling things out of the oven that generates the warm, fuzzy-feelingness of self-satisfaction I crave. I am by no means a great cook or baker, but I absolutely love feeding people and I like the challenge of getting a recipe right.
Unfortunately, my kitchen is desperately lacking. I don't even have baking pans. My oven is a potential deathtrap that completely over-heats my entire apartment making Mike and I sweat like pigs. And that's with the windows open. Counter-space? Forget about it. Pantry? If you mean the locker sized mini-closet that resides near the 'fridge, then ,yes, I do have that.
So, I live vicariously through baking/foodie blogs. ("Foodie". Seriously?) I seethe with envy of their slightly/much-larger-than-mine kitchen. And their yummy results? I'm surprised the freaking computer still works from the amount of drool I produce. Mike always eyes me from a distance and can not fathom why I would spend hours looking at food that I can't physically eat. He thinks I'm weird.
Weird like your face!
I want to try to make some Artisan Bread, because I hear that it is fairly easy to make.
Mmmm....bread.

In another attempt to save money for a trip/get the hell out of here, I've decided that i need to re-do all the furniture in the apartment, instead of buying new stuff. At least for now. I'm pretty intrigued by the idea of building my own temporary furniture out of cardboard (forget where exactly I saw this, but it was pretty neat) but a lot of logistic questions pop-up. How sturdy are they? How much weight can they bear? How long do they normally last? Hmmmm.
Mostly, I've been dying for a good excuse to start making something. I tried knitting and crochet, but I just can't get into it. Maybe sewing? Felting seems interesting, and yet so completely not at the same time. Quilling seems so oddly labour intensive and all consuming that it appeals to my obsessive compulsive side, but it's also strangely delicate and sharp.
Right now, I'm satisfied just looking and dreaming, but I know that can only last for so long. And, frankly, I'm getting pretty tired of sitting around and dreaming. I need to do something. ANYTHING. All these bits and pieces of things that I know how to do need to be put to use. Plus, work is slowly turning my brain to mush, and killing my very soul. Or, ya know, something slightly less dramatic.

Quilling by Yulia Brodskaya, and she is freaking AMAZING. She's done tons more,
and even more detailed/intricate.