Hotpoint. Fig, olive oil and sea salt challah + book tour! Last week, this little url turned six years old, though I am absolutely, unequivocally certain that the day I started typo-ingtyping away here was a lifetime ago.
I’d been married for almost a year. I was terrified to cook most things without a recipe. I kind of hated my day job (but loved my coworkers — still!).
Party-Pan Pizza. Because I worked as a baker for a good portion of my life, for some reason, people mistakenly get it into their heads that I worked early morning hours. But anyone that has spent any time with me in the morning knows I am one to be feared if forced to interact with others before noon. When I worked in the restaurant, my shifts actually began in mid-afternoon, and I would get home around 2am.
Which to me, were my kinda hours. However every once in a while, I would do my penance and be assigned to work the dreaded morning shift, which started at the challenging hour of 8am. Which meant I had to get up a lot earlier to make it to work on time.