THE MIXER IS WHIRRING, creaming the softened butter with sugar. In go the spices, the flour, the eggs. The oven hums quietly, heating to the perfect temperature.
I'm lost in my world, thinking about lists upon lists, my family, the business, and the recipes I want to share with the world. I always tell myself to write it down, write it down! This is the life of a procrastinator. I think I will remember later, but I soon forget. I'm a mom, an entrepreneur, an Instagrammer, a wife, a foodie; and I am always hustling. The lists are never-ending; there are so many different ones, with different headings and subheadings. And there's the constant ping of WhatsApp groups – the recipe groups, the family group, the friends group. They are…
