The Queen of (my baker's) Hearts
For the first time ever, I've been disappointed with a recipe from Martha Stewart's test kitchen. Just in case someone other than my mom is reading this, I have to tell you that Martha Stewart was one of my 1st heroes. I know what you're thinking, "WHAT?! That swindling jailbird?!!! (who actually got caught cheating and took one for the team of the rest of the swindlers because we all know from popular wisdom that it's only wrong if you get caught)." For once, I don't care what you think. In my ten year old eyes, she was a beautiful, elegant, smart women who took advantage of what little opportunities were available to a 2nd generation polish immigrant [don't fact check my ten year-old self, please]. She also happened to love all the things I loved. I mean, what ten year old doesn't love Nantucket-style mansions, hem-stitched linens and baked goods made perfect by that elusive ingredient: sanding sugar? So you can imagine how upset I was when I