Maybe it’s because I’m a baker that I always tend to notice the food in books, tv shows, and movies. Or maybe it’s because food is such an integral part of human life that you’d be hard pressed to find a book or tv show or movie without it. Either way, the food always transports me into the fantasy.
Mother’s day is coming up, and as I sit here, sick on my couch, covered in blankets, I can’t help but think of my mom. When I got sick when I was younger my mom would blame that colder day when I didn’t wear a hat or something silly like that. But nevertheless, she would bundle me up in my bed and read me books out loud. She would comfort me because I was sad that I had to miss school (I know!). She would bring me meals to bed and always have a warm cup of tea on a bedside table.
