Recently, I’ve been on a bit of an organizing streak. I generally consider myself organized, but there are new levels of obsession around here. I think I owe some of that to living in New York. Small spaces are pure misery without some extreme organization.
As I was rearranging the cabinet that passes for my baking pantry, I found some dried blueberries stuck behind a giant bag of cinnamon. So, obviously, I had to pause the organizing and make cookies.