I love to bake. I love the process of transforming dry and wet ingredients into something new. It feels like alchemy. That first bite of a baked good takes me back to specific memories. Blueberry cake on my 8th birthday. Fresh croissants in Paris. Warm and crusty marraqueta in the streets of La Paz. Sometimes I bake to ease a broken heart.

My dad had a favorite cake. More of a torte really. A rich dark chocolate base with cherries baked into the batter. Topped with a thin layer of marzipan and then a chocolate ganache. My mom would bake…

Emma Banks

Anthropology PhD. Writing because I want to.

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