The Fledgling Herself
When it comes to cooking, I am, in a phrase, a baby bird that jumped out of my nice warm nest and flew to college. My mother is an embodiment of Martha Stewart, down the the perfectly prepared family dinners and green thumb. I spent my childhood watching her make batch after batch of to-die-for chocolate chip cookies. When I was older and the spark for baking grew in me I began my own baking exploits moving from my mom’s chocolate chip cookie recipe to other exciting recipes. Now that I have moved from my sleepy town in Alaska to UC, Santa Barbara, I don’t have access to my mom’s perfectly stocked kitchen anymore and I’m learning to cook one recipe at a time.