Never-Ending Flour Parade

Something about living with boys. I make two challahs, gone in 36 hours. I make four baguettes (small, to be sure, but still…), gone in 24. Due to guilt laid on me for my neglect of Pi (3.14) day, an apple pie cools on the stove. I wonder how long that’s going to last. Considering the amount of anticipated alcohol consumption, I will be surprised if there’s anything left for breakfast. (Don’t take this seriously, parents), but if I have boys as children just shoot me.


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