I made a cherry pie the other day. A fly buzzed around the kitchen all afternoon. Sweetness and irritation, back and forth. It was like meditation. It was like life.
I’ve been baking rather obsessively since the pandemic began. Some people think I’m good at baking, because I talk about it so much. I am not good at it. I am better at it than I was a…
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