

In which I bake barm cakes with the help of my giant forearm flexor muscles.


In which a Midwestern/Southern Lutheran girl enthusiastically embraces Jewish bread and refuses to c


In which I learn that clafoutis and flaugnarde are desserts, not rare species of fungi.


In which I valiantly and unflinchingly confront my spongy vanilla demons.


In which I bake tomato and mozzarella bread and chase an old dog through the neighborhood.


In which I make spelt bread and don't get mobbed by angry cousins.


In which I bake a beautiful lemon drizzle cake for Valentine's Day and refuse to eat it.


In which I use too much water but still kick ass at bread-making.


In which I bake another substandard marble cake and refrain from stabbing it repeatedly.


In which I share random baking blog thoughts while my dog barks at me.