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Listen: Back to Baking with Lisa Donovan and Anissa Helou

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EP 719- Guest tile - Helou and Donovan

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This week, we talk to Lisa Donovan, one of the?most respected restaurant pastry chefs in the South. She’s worked with great chefs who helped mold her along the way, but at her core, she’s a self-taught baker.?She’s the author of a powerful new memoir?Our Lady of Perpetual Hunger, which is about finding what’s within you to stand up to a world that tries to hold you back. She helps Francis take your baking calls and has some rather intense opinions about pie making! Then, we talk to Anissa Helou, a living legend of a cookbook author who joins us to talk about the profound traditions of sweets in the Middle East. She’s the author of?Feast, Food of the Islamic World?and?Sweet Middle East.

Broadcast dates for this episode:

September 11, 2020 (originally aired)
September 17, 2021 (rebroadcast)

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