Pressing my palms deep into the ball of dough on my kitchen table, I thought for sure that I had messed up somewhere along the way. My dough felt floury in some spots and too sticky in others. How long would I have to knead until it was smooth and elastic? My friend and instructor… Continue reading Keep On
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It All Begins With A Story
My grandmother used to like to tell me I was born in the middle of a snow storm. With a smile in her voice, she would talk about how the power went out and how the fire had died down in their wood burning stove. That was back in January of 1979. My grandmother is… Continue reading It All Begins With A Story
Shannon Wells 