why is it that once this lovely city has reached a comfortable summer temperature of 108 i have a sudden urge to bake? really, it's all i want to do. i made blondies on sunday for bob's birthday, and now i'm looking for any semi-legit excuse to make a cake. roopa's paper got accepted? congrats, here's a baked good. as if my kitchen doesn't already feel like the fifth circle of hell.
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