Kristen Krieger

I hit a quarter-life crisis. One year left in finishing up a bachelor's degree, and it was just weighing on me: I was unhappy.Should I give up on a degree commitment and just start swimming in my pile of student loan debt? $5oK isn't something to take lightly, and this kind of decision was the epitome of stress. And when I'm stressed, I eat. I ate a cookie.. and then it hit me. Baking.

I've always been a huge foodie. I was always cooking in my nana's kitchen as a young girl, experimenting with anything and everything she had in her cabinets and thrusting it before her to be a judge and jury of recipes made by a ten-year-old. My momma is the queen of sweet treats. Everyone always asked about her desserts at family reunions and gatherings, and if she didn't show up sweets in hand, there would be a string of questions asking her why. I'm always texting her for recipes. Of course, I always demand my very own batch of pumpkin cake anytime I head back home to my roots (and every time, she obliges, mothers are good like that). My husband and I spend half of our time in the kitchen cooking and spending time together. Okay.. way more than half.

So this is the start of my new journey working towards something I have always loved. This is the start of sticking to what makes me happy, even if that's being a sugar junkie. Sugar junkies tend make tasty things and spread happiness via icing. That's okay with me.