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...
In which I complete my first bake and don't accidentally garrote myself with stray bread bag twi
I woke up feeling the pressure today; this was all completely self-manufactured pressure that had nothing to do with anything remotely...
In which I challenge myself to a bake off.
And so it begins. I've always liked to bake, but, if I'm being honest with you, I'm not really a "details" person. I used to forget...
