A few months ago, a very talented crew of super dynamic women popped by my house for a few hours of baking in my home kitchen. I love working at home, even if my kitchen is equipped with an old electric stove and even if it's completely lacking any ventilation - home is where I come up with my best ideas and feel most comfortable. Home is also where my pencil collection lives, and where I keep the best chocolate - so being at home has quite a few perks.
Anyways, these women all work for King Arthur Flour and help produce the most stellar magazine called Sift. If you haven't seen it, you must. It's basically the magazine of my dreams - great stories (with writing to match), crazy beautiful photographs, and one recipe after another just begging to be made. At it's core, it's a magazine produced by people who clearly love ingredients and (without a doubt) love to bake.
When the Sift people came to my house, we chatted, we baked, we looked at books, we cracked up over how awkward I am in any "headshot" type of situation (not a joke. I am so terrible at headshots because I just don't want to look into the camera and smile all weird. I just cannot do it. Want proof? I wrote a cookbook, doing all the work required to "do" a cookbook, and when it came down to the author photo? That was the single thing that caused me the most stress. And, actually, stress is really too light of a phrase to cover it - the headshot shoot terrified me. To remedy that situation? I made a ton of cotton candy, fashioned it into a wig, then wore the wig in the photos. Magically it worked and I've never looked more beautiful, even if my hair is hidden under several feet of sugar).