I have a pristine copy of Laurel's Bread Book, but have never tried to make desem.
I did what I said I was going to do and walked into Williams-Sonoma in the shops at Columbus Circle looking for your bony butt, but the young woman acting as concierge had never heard of you. What happened? You never take that job?
I had the ineffable experience of realizing that the pastry case in my Whole Foods looked better at the same hour on a Wednesday morning than the one in the most-talked about groceria in Manhattan. So much for Nuevo York being the nexus of the Universe.