In the past few months, I’ve fallen in love with my kitchen. A place that – I’ll be honest – was always very intimidating for me. I’m not a good cook. I never had an instinct for blending flavors or knowing when things would burn or dry out. My fridge is normally empty, and Grubhub is the most used app on my phone.
Even still, I’ve long imagined I could be a decent baker since I’m a bit of a stickler for details. Baking always seemed to follow a precise recipe. Who knows how much a dash of pepper is? But an ⅛ teaspoon of cinnamon – that I could manage. Only problem was, I never took the time to give that a fair shot either – until now.