Fluffy is one of my more colorful nicknames, thanks to a former coworker (hi Grage, howyadoin?). But as the years have gone by, it seems as though things have gotten less fluffy in general. Life has a way of deflating and obscuring the fluff, which is a shame because fluffy is light. Fluffy is fun. Fluffy is happy. These are all good things. And did I mention that, in the kitchen, fluffy tastes good? Continue reading “Fluffy”
Bon Appetit Hon 