Kieran Brown

The Art of Baking

Baking is a Science It was a frosty Sunday morning in Dunwich, three children were missing, and the federal detective had turned up dead in the street. It was the sort of morning that starts off unpleasant and promises to get worse as the day goes on. Enterprising employees at the local markets would find their fingers red and aching in the chill air. Pious folks would huddle under heavy coats to hear their weekly sermon, and today the stories of fire and brimstone might be viewed with a little more warmth.