The story about how phyllo ended an agonizing hunt for a dessert

Expectations were high but time was running low Last night my old friend Urge For A Dessert was knocking on the door. I know I should have told him to go away, to force him out of the house and return to eat rolled oats with a pinch of cinnamon. It’s almost spring, the layers of clothes I’ve been hiding in for the last couple of months must come off soon and with that the realization that one can not live on sugar alone. Then again, it... Read More