Pretty F*#%in’ Good Blondies

If you're going to strap on an apron and call yourself a baker so you can churn out highfalutin' stuff, go ahead.  But you better be able to sing the hits, too, because the number of times a family baker has the time to make croissants or gets requests for baked Alaska are pretty small.  Instead, there … Continue reading Pretty F*#%in’ Good Blondies