Imagine.
Flour, Sugar, Eggs and Butter
Batter in my Silver Mixer.
Flashbacks to my days of whisking
random items in my Nanny's kitchen.
Green beans, cinnamon, buttermilk, ketchup
a concoction created by a little girl... now grown up.
The passion however, still remains
Baking forever is in her dreams.
Never did that little girl surmise
A tiny hobby would change her life.
That little girl never knew
She does now.
Now, imagine what she can do.
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