I’ve been like this since I was a kid. As an only child growing up in a house where my parents forbade cable TV, I got into cooking – baking, actually – really early.
When I was bored I’d open up the dessert section of Joy of Cooking, and use whatever we had in the house to make things like Boston Cream Pie and German Chocolate Cake. If we didn’t have something I needed I would enlist my nanny to to take me to the grocery store, and when the bowl was too heavy I’d make my mom hold it while I spatula’ed out the batter. I was basically unstoppable.
But on a Saturday upstate when my brain was too fried to look at the computer and my body too tired to run around outside, it was good to flex my baking muscle.