I used to bake a lot - just ask my kids. I baked cakes, pies, cookies, brownies, apple dumplings, made rosettes at Christmas, even helped my Aunt Liz steam plum pudding. I have a very nice Kitchen Aid mixer and lots of baking pans and cookie cutters, plus decorating tools. But I had to stop—not because anyone told me to do so. I had to stop because I couldn't quit eating what I baked. Instead of eating one or two pieces of pie or cake and then taking the remainder to work to share with my co-workers, I would devour the entire batch. All. By. Myself.
Lately I have baked a little here and there - usually when I am having company, or when asked to bring something to an event. For tomorrow, I volunteered to bring a pan of bars to work to be served at an all-company meeting. For the first time in several years, I got my Kitchen Aid mixer out of a lower cabinet (wasn't easy for me because it is very heavy) and actually enjoyed pouring all the ingredients into it and watch it blend, blend, blend. Making bars might be the way to go since it will be obvious if I sample any of them. I will admit to eating some of the raw dough that was left on the beater and sides of the mixing bowl. Yum!