White Frosting

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”