In which I bake what turned out to be the most glorious food ever.
My expectations were low, people. I knew I'd be making Paul's recipe for pitta breads today because my husband had requested them to be...
In which I call shortbread dough foul names under my breath.
For today's bake, I thought I would give myself a break and not choose a bread or a complicated cake . . . no, no . . . just do a simple...