As a father of two toddlers and a dog that sheds like he’s paid by the pound, my days are chock full of chaos. I don’t mind picking up the toys three times a day or vacuuming the house each morning, but we all need that one space over which we have at least some semblance of control. For me that has become those small windows of time after the kids are in bed, and the house is cleaned up (again), when I get to play with powdered sugar, european butter, and those exotic ingredients that don’t make it into Thursday night’s Mac N’ Cheese.
So when all is quiet, except for the snoring dog, I’ll be playing in my kitchen, pretending to have a toe-hold in the world of clean white plates, delicate spun sugar architecture, and chocolate as far as the eye can see. Before it’s back to diapers and dry Cheerios in the morning.