Need to bake

Since I've been in Marco Island for the past couple of weeks, I've not picked up a measuring cup or spoon except when I visited Williams-Sonoma to browse.  I actually contemplated collecting some of my favorite baking tools to purchase in order to supplement this condo kitchen which is sufficiently stocked with saucepans, broiler pans, and few baking supplies, rudimentary as they are, but certainly no where near what I consider essentials in my own home kitchen.  However, if I wanted to juice a grapefruit or two, whip up a pitcher of frozen margaritas, or French press some coffee (my own bring-along), I could do so.  So, life is pretty good here, don't get me wrong. 

But, I do miss baking.  I derive great satisfaction from producing a successful result, but the process alone is therapeutic, as I've mentioned in the past.  Now that the weather is rising to Florida-like temperatures, I'll be spending more time sitting/walking in the sunshine and probably less thinking about baking. 

When I get home, however, I see a decadent chocolate cake in my future.  I've got a few girlfriends who I know won't turn down the invitation. 

One sure can't complain about the sunset.