I made my first-ever craft fair purchase in a school gym when I was nine. Like most craft fairs in those days, the room smelled like cinnamon potpourri and was crowded with teddy bears dressed like Victorian maids, Victorian grandmothers, or Victorian brides. I bypassed all the teddy bears that day and brought home something […]
Read MoreI’ve long considered croissants to be the haute couture of the baking world. Beautiful, aspirational, and not at all practical for everyday. Contrary to what the makers of crescent rolls may tell you, a croissant is not simply a triangle of dough rolled up and curved into a crescent. The mark of a true croissant is delicate, […]
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