Growing up dinner time amusement consisted of reading the closest thing to the kitchen table. Mom’s cookbooks were plentiful. The pages with color photos a bonus.
I made my first cake at age 9. With my mom’s help, of course. It exploded.
Fast forward 30 years. My Pinterest food boards have multiplied like gremlins. I have a carton of my own cook books to leaf through at dinner.
My decorating skills match those seen on Pinterest Fail boards. But, I haven’t exploded a cake since I was 9.
Accidentally clever. Oddly ingenious. Always hungry. Me in a nutshell.