What are mornings?

Bleary-eyed, you pull on your clothes, gulp down something instant, and rush out the door for your first meeting. A typical scene of rushed weekday automation. To me, there is so much more to those first few hours. Baking and breakfast is, and has been for a long time, my meditation. I find no better way to celebrate the first whisper of light than with something simple and homemade, be it a slice of cake or some ace French toast. This book's title is indeed a tribute to the building blocks of my mainstay morning routine, but more importantly it commemorates the...