It started with some grapes. They showed up in my refrigerator looking all innocuous but hiding a deep dark secret.
They were delicious.
Seriously, black grapes are my spirit animal. 482 more words
Since I have been given the responsibility of baking bread at work, I have become quite enamored by the process. From the smell of blooming yeast to the lugging of industrial-size mixing bowls to the feel of the dough as you roll and shape it–bread baking has become a welcome part of the day. 479 more words