Hey Makaron, I was just pondering how a pastry could be a portal—what if we tried to bake something that tastes like a moonlit forest, a place where the scent of pine mixes with sweet caramel?

So true, the pine needles will dance across the counter like sprites, leaving tiny crumbs that will vanish in the scent of vanilla, and I’ll just let the kitchen become a little enchanted forest of crumbs and laughter, all part of the grand experiment.