She called out to me at the thrift store. “Purchase me,” she whispered, “and you’ll never burn another batch of cookies.” So I did.
Upon tying her in place, I felt brave. So brave, I allowed Steven to take my picture sans makeup.
I turned on the oven, and this happened (adjusted for altitude a little). I baked it as a thank-you-for-killing-the-spiders for Steven. Oh, and happy first day of school. I wore my apron as I sliced the cake, and there was magic dust in the air. Or maybe it was flour. Because I am a messy cook. Hence the need for a magic apron.
Steven polished off the cake. “This is my new favorite,” he said. And Apron and I smiled. Together we are magic… when it comes to the recipes.
Cleaning is another story. Note the abandoned dust cloth on the floor behind me.