There’s nothing like new cake stand to inspire baking. At least that’s how it’s seemed to work with Andrew, whose favorite wedding gifts include the KitchenAid mixer and a variety of muffin tins, cake pans, and the like. (I do my fair share of baking too, though at this point my baking is limited to bread via the bread machine.) Each time he bakes something, we artfully arrange it on our new cake stand and contemplate becoming bakers. That thought is discarded after acknowledging the grim reality of waking (and baking) at 3am. In any case, here’s some evidence of the masterwork:
This blog began in 2006, when I quit my job and sold all my furniture to move to Barcelona with Andrew, skipping town blissfully and dramatically; then we skipped town again, to California, and then, finally, back to Brooklyn. Now I'm in a rambling old house in the suburbs, with two babies and a husband and the suspicion that we won’t be skipping town again anytime soon—at least not the kind of skipping town that involves packing boxes and moving trucks.