biscuits

On certain lousy days, there are two very specific things I like to do. Make a huge mug of coffee and laugh with FRIENDS back to back or put on an apron and surrender myself to flour. As I sift, mix and blend flavors, I build up this expectation that when the hot oven starts spreading the fresh baking aroma, it would change the crappy-me to happy-me. The kitchen is definitely a mess by then, but the effort works most of the time, unless of course what comes out of the oven looks worse than my state of mind. In that case,…