“Having no destination, I am never lost”

August 28./

As a kid, I remember my dad baking cookies every weekend. My dad is the first food experimentalist that comes to mind when I think of my childhood. He baked chocolate cookies, oatmeal cookies, snickerdoodle cookies, but mostly just chocolate chip cookies. Whenever we ran out of an ingredient, he would substitute, as if itContinue reading “August 28./”