genetic flaws, hair dye, and blondies My mother is amazing. I’m convinced she can pretty much do anything, from making my clothes to making me feel better. She has helped me navigate literary theory, piano scales, middle school, AP art class, cooking disasters, hair disasters, and the marketing materials I write daily. She ziplined … Continue reading
Every Lifestyle magazine tells me the same thing: Superbowl=brownies. Not sure why. One would think with all the chili/wings/fried chicken/pulled pork sliders with Doritos crushed into the buns/bacon greased everything that dessert would consist of an orange slice or a stomach pump. But if Martha, et al tell me it is the perfect time for … Continue reading
The Boozy Bakeshop 