Perhaps knowing that someone you love has made them makes a cookie taste better than one you made yourself.
Why did I ever want to be a baker? I groan and curse the blaring 4:30 am alarm that cuts short my slumber.
Is there anything more delicious than a morning that starts gently and quietly sans alarm clock and culminates in a decadent brunch spread complete with tart, fizzy mimosas and the fluffiest pancakes known to man?
On a 20 hour bus ride through jungle and desert, the bathroom will be vile. But don’t let that stop you.