I intend to be baser
than any beast.
Baser than amoebas.
Baser than birds
or fishes. Not
so base as loaves,
but baser than the yeast
that gave up so much
of its lives to make
that thing rise
in an oven like hell
for that heavenly smell!
Fresh baked
goods?
HAH!
An abomination to some!
I’m no baker again! Another
botch job of loaves - why are
there still powdery clumps of
baking soda in this? Why
is it sour?
ACK.
Phui!
More egg, I guess.
But I used them all
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