For ten years, though it feels not that long at all, I have been baking. I have baked cookies, breads, muffins, brownies, scones, pies, pastries. I have measured, mixed, spun, whisked, dropped, dipped, kneaded, and watched through the splattered glasses of countless ovens countless dishes fall flat, rise, burst, melt, burn, and become alive. When I am angry, depressed, anxious, disturbed, or otherwise perturbed, I bake. When there something to celebrate, I bake. When it is raining, and things have not gone my way, I bake. And not only that, but I bake well.
So, as such, I will become a baker.
The Baker Brandon 