RecipeMuncher

You may call me Grace. But I might not answer. Years of ballet as a child went crumbling down the sidewalk along with this scrumptious loaf cake/bread. I blamed everything. My house for being so dark that I had to go outside to take pictures, the grey sky which made me stalk out a decent spot of light, the heavy box that I used as a pseudo tripod, my palazzo pants for being so long, myself for being short, my mother for passing down the vertically challenged gene…I could keep going. In th (...)