Sometimes baking is the only solution. Spoon, measure, stir, pour, the motions happen almost automatically, ingrained in my mussels it seems. But as my hands move on their own they in turn leave my mind free to spin and swirl. It's a dangerous situation at best. And so it was, as rain spattered the window and clouds darkened the sky in waves, my swirling mind swirled -- then paused briefly, not on our (now distant memory it seems) brunching and sunsetting all over the place, but on the … [Read more...]