I went on a baking/cooking spree this weekend. Not only did I prepare something in the neighborhood of 15 freezer meals for the next few weeks, but I also made three loaves of homemade, from-my-own-wild-yeast-starter-so-no-commercial-yeast-required ciabatta bread (and several smaller ciabatta buns) and two batches of homemade hard candy – one batch was strawberry, the other lemon. All of this turned out pretty darn good, except for the ciabatta. It didn’t have large enough holes, and ciabatta bread without holes is like water without fresh lemon slices. So, looks like I know what I’m doing next weekend.
But all of this got me thinking: what is it about the weekend that gets us into sprees? Why do we try to rush so many things into this small space of time?
How about you? What was your spree this weekend?