Although I love this spot, the location does not keep me here. It’s not the beckoning sun, gradually filling the stained glass and splashing the walls with gold, emerald, and indigo. It’s not the hushing silence interrupted only by the loudly ticking clock. And it’s not even the strong espresso, as necessary as it is, hinting of raw sugar and …
I was still a young woman when I volunteered to make sopapillas for the whole community. My inexperience didn’t know that cooking for a crowd was far different than making a home recipe. My immaturity didn’t think to modify the leavening I needed. So, in my ignorance, my grocery list included ten packets of yeast. I’d made sopapillas before and …
