♡ Megan ♡
The smell of chocolate wafted through the kitchen as I pulled the last tray of brownies from the oven. The food festival was only a few days away, and The Rolling Pin was busier than ever. My hands ached from rolling dough and piping frosting, but the satisfaction of seeing our treats come to life made it all worth it.
“You know, most people would be passed out by now,” Brendan remarked, and I glanced over at him. He was sitting by the counter with a cooling cup of coffee and a half-eaten slice of salted caramel brownie while he watched me work. “You are like a baking machine,” he added with a soft chuckle. I smiled as I set the tray aside to cool.
“When you love what you do, it’s hard not to stop. Besides, you know how important this festival is…it’s all about getting our na
