my mother is making hotdog bread in the middle of the night, can you believe it! not that i’m complaining because i can never say no to good food. but really, i applaud her passion and willingness in baking. sadly, none of her talent or interest even has rubbed off on me which is really such a shame. you know what they say - “a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”. well, i guess i’ll fail at that if really it was true (although it is to a very large extent). note to self: must learn how to cook or bake in the near future.
