I guess this is kind of stupid but I sometimes feel this… ache, you know? Like a little pinprick right behind my ribs. I’ve spent my whole life sort of slogging away in hot kitchens, getting cuts and burns, just trying to make a decent plate, a living. And then my sister, bless her heart, she just started messing around with flour and sugar on her countertop and now her little blog is everywhere, getting all these clicks and comments, like it’s some kind of magic or something. It’s not a BIG deal, really, it’s just… it feels like her simple home baking gets more attention than all the years I put in, all the actual training. Makes you wonder what it was all for, sometimes.