Well guys, it seems we are smack dab in the middle. In the middle of a slushy, sleety New York City snowstorm, on a day that marked the midway point in my pastry program at FCI. And you know what … wait! there’s more…
WON’T YOU? Barbara’s eyes are blue as azure But she’s in love with Freddy, Karen’s sweet but Harry has her, Gentle Jane is going steady. Carol hates me, so does May, Abigail will not be mine, Nancy lives too far … wait! there’s more…
I’m a single gal… obviously. I mean, it’s always been just the one of me. At any rate, I’m also a single single girl. Which some people might say is my cue to be a Valentine’s Day hater, but I’m … wait! there’s more…
Lest this become a blog dedicated entirely to baking (because wouldn’t that just be awful? Horrors.), I’d like to tell you about eggs. Did you know that the French only eat one egg at a time? It’s true. Just ask … wait! there’s more…