Goodness, do I need the warm hug this show represents. It’s the warm buttered bread of television. Always good, always nourishing, always sweet. After the two years we’ve all had, we need this pastoral world of warm bakes and good neighbors more than anything. I can’t wait to see what comes out of the ovens this year. Enjoy the warm bread, kittens. Happy weekend, all.
p.s. Describing Paul as the White Walker of baking is truly chef’s kiss, or in this case, baker’s kiss.