A lot of happy childhood memories stemmed from the smell of my dear mom baking something in our kitchen. She made almost everything from scratch–bread, cinnamon rolls, pizza, jams, even toothpaste (but that was only once because, well, homemade toothpaste is disgusting). I’m sure that I got my love for cooking and baking from her (thanks for letting me make all those messes in the kitchen mom!), and I still…
