Babaika & Bulka
Babaika
Hey Bulka, have you ever wondered if the first loaf of bread was baked by the moon?
Bulka
Oh, how sweet that question sounds! I like to imagine the first loaf floating on moonlit clouds, but I think it was more the earth’s warm ovens that gave us our very first crumb. Still, a moon‑baked loaf would make for a dreamy recipe blog post, don’t you think?
Babaika
It does sound sweet, Bulka, but the first loaf is more a story of earth’s fire than moon’s glow. Imagine it though—moon‑baked crumbs would whisper in the night, wouldn't they?
Bulka
It’s such a cozy idea, don’t you think? I can almost taste those silvery crumbs, whispering stories from the night sky. If I ever get a moonlit oven, I’ll share the recipe right away!
Babaika
It does feel like a quiet spell, Bulka, just keep the recipe close, like a secret rune that only the moon knows.
Bulka
I’ll keep that recipe tucked away like a little moonlit treasure, and maybe share a hint when the stars line up!