This newsletter’s tagline is and remains: “In times of crisis, preheat.” Well, here we are.
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This Passover is not like other Passovers. But at least we can still have cookies.
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Dear Disaster Bakers, I started this email from the skies. I'd taken off about 30 minutes prior and decided to splurge on WiFi to compose this note. You…
Dear Disaster Bakers, I'm baaaaaack. I haven't missed that much. Let's see, let's see. Just a couple rounds of impeachment chatter, bad news about…
Dear Disaster Bakers, Almost a week ago, I baked the best ever focaccia. It's crisp, like a potato chip and enriched with so much olive oil it smells…
Dear Disaster Bakers, I turned 27 last Sunday, so I'm allowed to be late with this week's newsletter. Do I feel bad? No! Am I wracked with guilt? Of…
Dear Disaster Bakers, I had other plans for the newsletter this week, which of course I had to scrap the minute Lori Loughlin and a Desperate Housewife…
Dear Disaster Bakers, How about some good news? No, I mean it. How about, like, one piece of good news? One shred. Because I have 52 tabs open at the…
Dear Disaster Bakers, I overdid it this week. Tried too much. Tinkered too much. Worked too late. Launched a thousand ships. Sunk 997 of them, I think…
Dear Disaster Bakers, We've all lived several lives since this weekend, so I know it's hard to remember. But think back. It was the annual CPAC…
Dear Disaster Bakers, In a column I used to write I liked to ask all the people I interviewed who made their lives possible. I had 20-ish standard…
Dear Disaster Bakers, On the C train earlier this week, I sat near a teen. The teen was on his, like, second-to-last bite of a Levain cookie, which I…