There's just something about a boy who'll wear turtlenecks and sweats at the height of Summer.
My desire to bake my way out of life's stresses didn't come easy, I can assure you.
if I were baking "little boy" on page 101 of my cookbook, it would be easy:
A little pinch of sassy-tongue
A dash of grimace
1 cup white cotton turtleneck...pima, no substitutions
Voila, not as sour as it looks.