18 and kneady
my fate at 18: leave one bakery to go working at another. these were my bakery days: experimenting in a bakery with a good friend when the head chef left. with lots of laughs and sugar (not to mention epic failures), we managed to pop out some of these things :)
(fruit tarts, cream puffs and tiramisu :o))
(butter croissants, brioche and culprit behind my freshmen fifteen that year: fraisier)
i suppose it’s worth mentioning that my sister had a baby girl around that time as well. :) little sophia when she was still just a newborn…
