Friends, I'm no expert. I don't pretend to know everything about anything when it comes to baking. I'm self-taught, a piecemealer. My dad, a former chef, taught me the basics, like knife skills, making roux, and how long to cook a chicken. But anything sweet went unmentioned. Don't get me wrong, everything food-related in my life has come from him. But the baking, that had to come from Grandma- queen of cookies. Christmas at their mountain house meant stacks on stacks of cookies, all different varieties. Magic cookie bars, brandy rings, chocolate covered cherries, date nut balls, holiday jingles, peanut butter blossoms, mexican wedding cakes. It was all there, and it was all the best thing I've ever seen to date.
From then, I’ve taught myself. I’ve scoured blogs. I’ve watched shows. I’ve flipped through cookbooks. I’ve examined pictures. I’ve eaten. And eaten and eaten. And I’ve loved every bit of it. I love learning the history behind a certain food, and wondering how the original chef even thought of such an idea. I love reading a recipe and decidedly winging it and later tasting the mind-blowing result. I love it all.Read More