Last March, I was at the grocery store with my then-2 year-old daughter, and she started to get whiny. So I did what any other parent with questionable judgment would do: I headed straight to the bakery section. See, at our grocery store, the bakery is run by nice little old ladies who give out free cookies to all the kids who pass through there. Catie, my daughter, learned this at an early age, and she now expects...
I am not a master chef. Seriously. I have a few basic family dinner recipes down, but that’s about it.
Once upon a time, I lived in a beautiful city called Seattle (*sob* I miss it!), and I was friends with a fabulous group of ladies who liked to get together sometimes for a “Baking Day,” where we’d all each make a different dessert-type thing, then trade-off, and everyone got a whole bunch...
