During the happiest times of my life, the holidays created a mad sugar rush. It was like eating icing with a spoon and then crashing back to a reality where candy canes weren’t on the breakfast menu and you had to clean your room.
I switched on the kitchen-aid mixer and creamed together butter and sugar. Its repetitive whirling song was a comforting melody recounting history. The juncture brought me to the earliest germ of this journey's progression. Baking, in my childhood kitchen, and then again in my earliest professional endeavor, connects my past with forward motion. The taste [...]