Since I've only had three serious boyfriends in my life, I can't really say I only become Betty C**ker when I have a breakup … because that would have only been three times. But I can say that every single time I get my feelings hurt by a man, which unfortunately is more frequently than I'd ever like to admit, I don't find myself in a carton of my favorite Haagen-Dazs Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream. I find myself in the kitchen. My baking skills became more than just a way to ease my heartbreak; it became the best way to get back in the game and meet someone new.
After the jump, find out how baking got me back in the game and a recipe for chocolate chip banana bread!
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I took up the nickname Betty C**ker when I broke up with my ex-boyfriend. He was a complete jerk—actually, that is an understatement! However, I was still an absolute disaster after our split and needed to find something to keep me busy. I had tried going to the gym, yoga, and shopping with my friends, but I wasn't getting cured of my heartache. Then, one day I had the bright idea to start baking. The Frisky: When Will I Stop Being Angry?
I whipped out my bowls, beaters, and spatulas to begin, then drove to the nearest supermarket and came home with the ingredients for cookies, brownies, cakes, chocolate chip banana bread, muffins and anything else that I did not need to eat. Soon I realized that I was no longer crying about some jerk hurting my feelings; I was snacking on chocolate chips. And that's when baking became my way of getting over a heart-breaking. The Frisky: How Long Does It Take To Get Over An Ex?
Not only did my new hobby keep me busy, but it also allowed me to constantly meet new people, namely new men. I live on my college campus, on a block with guys everywhere. I have boys living in front of, behind, next to, and around the corner of me; I can honestly say there is at least one cute guy in each direction. Making all of these amazing baked goods opened a new dating door for me and, literally, my front door. It was beginning to get warm out, so I would bake with my door open. Everyone who passed by would smell something good in the oven and stop by for a taste.