After a rather long dry spell, I finally feel like posting. I tell myself there is not such a thing as "the right time". I keep telling myself this over and over. It's a never-ending process.
It's winter again and it's strange how every season feels similar and yet so completely different. It's soup time again and warm teas- the best of both worlds. I definitely like the wintery feel- the stillness, the crisp morning and the unexpected water-vapour.
I have finally baked my first brioche, croissant and mille-feuille. Yes, I am officially on my way to get my pastry qualification.
More posts and photos to come (talk about picking up my slack ;) )
More posts and photos to come (talk about picking up my slack ;) )
