Baking is an exotic art, or so I'd like to think. It's magical how some gooey-doughey stuff placed in the oven turns into spongy, springy cakes! Besides it's addictive. An addiction that's hard to get rid of. So for three days in a row I baked. Then I ran out of eggs and was lazy to get more or look up egg substitutes....thankfully! Instead I found the box of ricotta I had picked on my last grocery trip and made some
baked rasmalais. Well, if there's an oven eating up valuable kitchen space, it must be used right? Somebody stop me!!
