When I heard of the contest last week, I confess an animal thrill rushed through me as I realized I at last had the perfect occasion to liberate my big kitchen aid mixer from the storage unit. I haven't baked since I left my loft in spring of last year. Perhaps it is cliched, but it seems quite natural to me to love making lovely things for other people to eat. When making those things involves using a brilliantly engineered favorite tool like my mixer, the joy is compounded.
I admit I'd love to win the contest tomorrow, but I think I had the real prize when I got to see liquid and powder and eggs and extracts transform into a little loaf of delightments.
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