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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