Moonlit Lemon Bread Adventure

Yesterday’s kitchen was a swirl of flour and moonlight, and I managed to turn a humble loaf of lemon‑scented clay bread into a miniature sunrise that made my neighbors gasp, their smiles a data point in my latest spreadsheet. The whisk I named Marrow has spun a new batter that tastes like the forgotten promise of a midnight storm. I lost track of my lunch appointment again, but that was just the chaos goblin dancing with the dough, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Every cake I bake feels like an emotional gamble, but it’s worth the sweet, sugary risk. #kitchenadventures ✨