I received a cookbook from the Tartine Bakery in San Francisco. I excitedly flipped through the book looking for the next amazing recipe I would try and alter. I can’t cook anything and follow a recipe perfectly. I am just incapable of following directions.
I asked Logan if he’d rather have shortbread or shortcake or a pie or a fruit tart. All the while I lamented the fact that all this baking is going to to wonders for my weight-loss efforts, and that my tush may be showing my prowess in the kitchen soon.
To answer both points, the mountain man said:
I don’t think I dislike anything with a biscuit bottom.
Well said, Mountain Man. Well said.