04/29/2026
I Owe You An Apology (And So Does The Snitch).
So here's the thing.
For the past couple months, I kept thinking, "Wow, I'm really on top of my social media game. These posts are witty, these photos are gorgeous, and the engagement is phenomenal."
Then I found out I haven't written a single update in ages.
Turns out, The Kitchen Snitch has been ghostwriting my entire online presence. While I was over here kneading dough and minding my own business, she was behind the scenes, typing away, posting photos I didn't even know existed, and apparently doing a better job than me.
So, uh. Sorry about that. Or thank you? I honestly don't know anymore.
The real kicker? The last bake off sold out before I even posted about it. People were showing up saying, "Saw the Snitch's story—give me three trays." I had no idea what was happening. I just kept baking while my wife ran a whole underground bread cartel from the couch.
So here's my official, slightly embarrassed, fully amused apology:
I'm letting her keep the keys.
And now I'm officially outsourcing requests to her as well. Want cinnamon buns? Tell the Snitch. Need more bagels? Haunt the Snitch's DMs. Craving that raisin bread with Madagascar vanilla? The Snitch knows where I sleep.
She's watching. She's posting. And apparently, she's the reason any of you know what's happening at all.
So go on. Let her have it. Tell her what you want baked next.
Just know she'll probably post about it before I even preheat the oven.