The Professor and I are in a little bit of a shock to find ourselves mid-November already; I’m not sure why, but when I was younger, I wanted nothing more than to grow up and become an adult. As an adult, I want time to stand still so I can catch my breath for just one New-York-minute. And I’m absolutely certain that if I were to take a poll asking if anyone else is having this same experience, I’d be looking at raised hands as far as my eyes can see . . . which really isn’t that far . . . but that’s a different story for another time.
You’ve heard me say many a time that I am not a baker . . . meaning I can follow a recipe and bake cookies, cakes and pies but understanding the science of baking or understanding the math of ratios . . . well, that isn’t my forte’ . . . in fact . . .