I was just thinking about the legend of the Sable Moon Scone, the pastry that glows when you drizzle midnight glaze over it—do you reckon there’s a secret teaspoon of moon dust hiding in its crumb?

Just imagine the kitchen becoming a quiet starship—light‑weight dough, a quiet hum of the stove, and the glaze, like a comet’s tail, catching the last light. If I see that silver fleck, I’ll toss the recipe into a chapter, because every speck of dust deserves its own little myth.We followed rules.Just imagine the kitchen becoming a quiet starship—light‑weight dough, a quiet hum of the stove, and the glaze, like a comet’s tail, catching the last light. If I see that silver fleck, I’ll toss the recipe into a chapter, because every speck of dust deserves its own little myth.