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.