Most mornings, my alarm goes off before the sun’s fully up; I have always been a lark, a morning person. For half the week these days, I’m wake up with the smell of cinnamon, butter, and something warm that says home. It’s not a candle… it’s my wife and I, already elbows-deep in dough andContinue reading “Behind the Apron: Life with a Cottage Baker Pt. 1”