I’m a baker, currently laid off from my most recent baking gig, with lots of free time to write about food and baking till the next job materializes. I live in Durham, North Carolina, cause my husband is a grad student here. Though it’s not exactly the land of opportunity for bakers, I like Durham’s trees and owls and bunnies that appear in my front yard. And it’s pretty nice to be able to walk my dogs in the woods.
I like chocolate as a component but not as the main event, and I’d rather eat a piece of coconut cream pie than a napoleon or an eclair. Unrelated to my job, I have half a bachelor’s degree in English; I started when I was 25, and hope I’ll graduate by the time I’m 40. No rush. I’d like to be a better writer, but I’m not entirely convinced that I can learn that in college.
I was born in the United States, but I grew up in the Netherlands Antilles. I moved back to the U.S. at age 17 and I’ve lived here ever since. I like it okay, I suppose. But sometimes I think about moving to Europe in an ignorant, romantic way. Then I realize that my French is pretty bad, and my Dutch is terrible. Hooray for living in a country where no English speaker ever has to learn another language! I’m lazy. But trying to learn a bit of Spanish.
