It was a LIGHT sweet I wanted, the kind that you CRAVE as a delicate, yet delicious end to a meal. This made me even more determined to discover the CAUSE of the CAKEY, heavy mess in front of me. It’s times like this that I long for a baking expert to pop in, like a famous actor doing a CAMEO on a TV show. I would sigh with relief, and we’d wink and nod to the imagined audience (allowing for time for their recognition of the star). Then under the guise of being a neighbor just popping in, my baking dilemma would be deftly solved with a few witticisms and a bit of kitchen wisdom that would, of course, also solve whatever existential crisis was going on. Plot threads neatly resolved, cue fade out on happy people eating aforementioned baked good, with an upswell of the theme song. And that’s all folks!

Georg’ann

In dream, soft VOICE calls.
Whisperer in OCHER gown
makes her CAMEO.

Heather