|The pizza I made at the Kitchen Conservatory.|
It was indeed as delicious as it looks!
In my family, dad's stubbornness is legend.
Grandma often told us the story of how the willful toddler hadn't gotten his way and held his breath until he passed out!
Yes, my dad is that stubborn.
And I have inherited this persistence.
Which I refuse to call stubborn, actually. That word has a negative connotation, and I believe this is a powerful gift. No, we don't give up when others would. Is that truly bad? Society needs a few people like that don't they?
I have actually been trying to bake bread since my 20s. Back then, I baked a lot of bricks instead. So many that the ex purchased a bread machine for me, presented with the words, "You'll never be able to bake a decent loaf of bread on your own. So I got you this for Christmas. Just use it instead."
But of course I don't give up that easily ...