What if the cure for anxiety was making 70 macaroons at once?
Should we go back over the border for espresso spoons?
Babka is the Hamilton of breads!
“We were born to strudel!”
Stella wrote “Cheech!” and we hoped for the best.
Flatbread is the Ocean’s 8 of bread.
You don’t want to know how much butter is in brioche.
“I’m going to go through all of the stages of grief, but not in the right order,” A warned me as we went in to see Hillary Clinton. “So good luck.”
It’s just flour and water and onions and magic.
Out of nowhere, Tiffany screamed, “DON’T EAT THAT!”