January always feels colder to me than December, and that holds true even if the daily temperatures are virtually the same. There's something about getting deeper into the winter that makes it feel colder to me even if it actually isn't. I always wonder why that is. Whatever the reason, it means that baking on a cold January morning is a welcome activity.
A simple action like opening the oven door, preheated to 450 F for making a crisp-skinned bread, is an enormously rewarding thing as the hot air from the oven chamber spills out and up into the kitchen.
Standing at the stove and slowly stirring a hot mixture that is destined to become pastry cream means you are feeling the warm moist air rising around you.
Pulling out a tray of cookies and leaning forward to breathe in the aroma means you are met with warm air heavy with flavor that completely envelopes your face.
Lifting hot cinnamon rolls heavy with their spiced aroma from the pan and taking that first bite that fills the mouth with heat from both temperature and cinnamon is absolutely amazing on a cold winter morning.
Baking is such an aesthetically rewarding activity anyway, but on a January morning it is even more so because of the living warmth it bathes you in as you move about the kitchen. So next time it's a cold day, turn on that oven, turn on that stove, mix up whatever you want to eat, and immerse yourself in the warmth.
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