Truly one of the best compliments ever paid to my nearly nonexistent (except for the cooking) domestic talents came from a team member for the film project that has eaten my brain. She came by the apartment (which is in typical midweek chaos). She walked in and said, "it smells like donuts in here."
I said, "I have a baking problem."
I still need to remember to buy flour, although that can possibly wait until after I get back from the wild north.
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