Baking on a Friday Night

I don't have the right ramekins for mousse because do I look like I'm made of money?

I don’t know if I’ve told you this, but when I’m stressed out, I bake. Sometimes cookies or bread, but more often than not, I bake complex items that take on lives of their own. Dishes with several well-timed steps that take hours … Continue reading →

Play the Tape Through

I wiped a dribble of sweat from my brow, and as I pulled my hand away, I noticed that I had just smudged flour on my face. “Shit,” I muttered. Not that I really cared at this point, I just … Continue reading →