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Baking Preparedness.

There's a photograph somewhere, of me baking with my grandma. I'm on a step-stool, sleeves rolled up, and I'm wearing an apron that was probably a flour sack in its former life. Grandma is supervising my determined cookie-rolling, a smile on her face. She is calm. I remember the experience probably just through that photograph.… Continue reading Baking Preparedness.