Stacks of paper flood desks, drawers, cabinets, nightstands and even chairs. Mornings once filled with frivolous sips of coffee and moments passed with little purpose until I wander off to a nine to five are replaced with hurried gulps in between busy work. Market analyses, environment analyses, mornings spent staring at numbers and words once so foreign. The sun rises higher in the sky, mugs are emptied and replaced with more coffee, and emptied again….
Bread Pudding Tag
Somewhere between “eww, my parents eat that,” and “eww, isn’t that a really old dish the british use to make with left over bread?” I wrote off bread pudding as a gross adult-only, antiquated dessert. I would despise the gooey dessert from afar anytime my parents would order it, wondering how anyone could enjoy the shapeless mush. I could only assume it was a dessert made for the teethless older generation. Or maybe it was…READ MORE