Lucas
You’re at your favorite Italian restaurant, feeling that happy, satisfied glow after a wonderful meal. You scan the dessert menu, and your eyes land on it: Tiramisu. It’s listed for $11. A tiny voice in your head, the one that’s been watching cooking shows, whispers, “I could make a whole pan of that for the price of two slices!”
Lucas
Oh, my dear friend. Let me paint a picture for you, and tell me if it sounds familiar. You’ve spent the afternoon in a happy cloud of flour and vanilla. Your mixer has whirred, the oven has warmed the whole house with that incredible baking smell, and you’ve created a masterpiece. Maybe it was a beautiful choux cake, light as a feather, filled with luscious pastry cream and topped with glossy strawberries. You present it, your heart swelling with pride, only to watch your little ones wrinkle their noses and reach for a bag of salty, crunchy potato chips instead.