Because my obsession with cake stands and pedestals is well-documented, and needs to be fed.
I’ve gotta go to an after-hours work event, so you’re gonna have to wait until tomorrow for the cod poached in sweet potato beurre blanc.
And then there were four. The cheftestant loft is mostly empty now, and the remaining chefs pretend to be sad. Then: bon-bons!
Because I don’t care what people say, I fricking love the song “Yellow Submarine.” And tea.