About Kelly

If I had to choose three words to describe me, they would be cats, food, love. Possibly in that order.

I have a sickness that causes me to be obsessed with cats. This same sickness also causes me to eat a lot and, more importantly bake a lot. And to top it off, I’m a romantic.

I grew up on a farm in rural Wisconsin, but always dreamed of Paris from a young age. I thought that I was, in reality, a princess, but had somehow (either by kidnapping or a case of mistaken identity) ended up in the midwest. My royal blood, of course, commanded only the finest of foods fit for a princess, so I grew up eating some good stuff.

I finally got the chance to move to Paris, after graduating college with a B.A. in Linguistics and my real culinary education began in the bistrots and boulangeries. But through all the confit de canard, foie gras and huîtres, I fell in love with the bread and the sweets. I also happened to fall in love with a curly-haired Argentine boy, who took me to Argentina.

And it was in Buenos Aires, that I decided to dedicate myself to the thing I love the most: pastry and bread baking.

So, my story (and this blog) begins there and where it ends, no one knows.

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  1. I am honored to be included in such great company (especially your grandmother’s!) I’m saving my euros to come chez toi for brunch and to abscond with one of Yankel’s decendants–at the rate of my saving, probably his great grand kitten. Bon continuation.

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