By Lorna Brown
She lived in a shabby, one-bedroom apartment. A bed-sit would have been cheaper and let her save quicker, but to live without a kitchen would have been torture. Before she’d left home, she’d already had the tools of the trade: mixer, whipping siphon, spraying gun to name a few. She spent evenings in Dublin experimenting with different ingredients, such as avocado creamed like butter for icing on a chocolate cake, natural sweet beets in batter of a sponge cake, parsnips in carrot cake for added spiciness. Each day, she had pastries to bring her to colleagues in the office, but she never shared her ingredients with anyone until he came along.