Blood, sweat and tears, I tell you. Hour upon endless hour of planning, prepping, pining, and at least a couple meltdowns all for one very special meal: Mother’s day. The beast of breakfast; the boss of brunch. One of the most stressful days of the year.
You few dear readers know I make cheese, and sausage, and bread and pretty much eat sleep live dream food. You see me write about it with great fervor in much of my spare time. Cooking and creating great meals is what I do for money as well, only for a much, much larger audience. Here’s a taste of Mother’s Day, 2011. For Carmen.