I Am Baker, Hear Me Roar

Any baking endeavor that makes the person in front of you in the grocery line boggle at you in disbelief and surprise is bound to be a worthy one.

I have 48 hours, twenty pounds of flour, ten pounds of sugar, and six pounds of butter. My oven is preheating, and my stand mixer is armed. I've got my apron on, my hair tied back, and a marathon of Top Chef to keep me company.

Bring it on.