Admittedly, I am not a baker. Baking takes a certain precision more akin to science and is less forgiving of my ‘measure by hand’ style of kitchen shenanigans.
If you were to ask anyone about their childhood, a lot of folks would be able to tell of a wayward memory of a particular food. Just the smell, or the sight of it will take them back to an innocent age long ago.
It begins, as always, with a story. And the story is called MexItalian. The end.