In seventh grade, we had the choice to start taking Spanish or French in school.
I very adamantly insisted on taking French. I remember thinking it was such a beautiful, exotic language. I thought it was the language of love. It was the country of butter and croissants and pastries and delicious things galore. It seemed exciting and romantic in a gorgeous way that, at the time, I didn’t find Spanish.
I don’t think my parents were thrilled – Spanish is so much more practical in our country – but when a kid is excited about learning a new language, who’s going to stop them?
I ending up sticking with French up until my junior year in high school. When I graduated, I could absolutely hold a formal conversation with someone in the language.
In college and beyond I became interested in wine, which – of course – included those of the French varietals. I was thankful I had the background to understand a little extra from the labels.
And now, as the wife of a chef, I have found so much happiness in baking. Recently, I even tried my hand at what looked like a relatively simple recipe for Four Hour Baguettes. Because who doesn’t love a hot, soft loaf of bread with dinner? Continue reading →
So I got home and threw those babies in a vase. And almost a week later, they’re still choking it up. Continue reading 
THE KEY OF KELS 
