This past weekend I was able to spend time with my mother (Happy Birthday, Mom!) and one of my dear friends, Stefani. Stef and I talked about old memories, present times, and future hopes, like we often do when we finally catch up. One thing I told her during our chat has been with me since we spoke: I’m tired of all those people and blogs that are seemingly perfect. You know the type? The ones who promise their recipes will never go wrong, their pictures showcase nary a burnt crust or a caved-in cake, and the china is never chipped or worn with age.
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