I am a pastry chef – but I don’t work in restaurants anymore, so you can just call me giver of dessert happiness. I’m also a freelance writer, a collector of pressed pennies and a serial eBayer. We built a new old English Tudor house here in Lawrence, Kansas, the coolest college town in America, and I started the blog to talk house, but quickly learned that people would rather stare at pretty food – who wouldn’t?
If you were to visit, I’d bake chocolate ginger scones and serve you green tea. We’d debate dinner ideas – chicken parmesan wins – then take my dopey black lab Cleo for a walk downtown and an iced americano. For me, not the dog. You’d hear me gripe at my preteen daughter, gripe equals love, and trade sentimental barbs with my brilliant and quieter-than-me lawyering husband.
Bad habits include asking inappropriate questions, habitually checking e-mail and snacking on butter. On the plus side I make true deep dish pizza, I kiss my dog, I remember birthdays and can carve a turkey.
A Chicago native living in Kansas, I love the Midwest and its piled-plate glory. I’ve been a chef, daughter, mother, writer, entrepreneur and friend, and when life boils over I just talk, and mix, and sift and bake, and that’s my way of sharing delicious things and the small stories that go with them.
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