This is not something I’m proud of.
Or maybe it is. Yes, it is something I’m proud of. I got confused for a second, because sometimes when I explain to people the lengths I go to to make something from scratch, they think I’m nuts.
And I am. So, I suppose I’m proud of being nuts. Or something like that.
I’d like to tell you these weren’t a total pain in the ass to make, but they were. The dough had a hard time staying cool enough to work with, and then there was the tiny problem that occurred when I ran out of parchment paper mid-dough-roll – which let me tell you, is actually a big eff-ing problem, because this means that your dough is now going to get super-warm in the time it takes Dan to run to the store to pick more up – but hey, at least I have someone as incredible as he is, that will stop what he’s doing and do anything for me, even though I more likely than not just got back from the store and never had a thought to check to see if I needed more of something as important as parchment paper…
