Who am I? I'm not sure anymore. I'm baking. Not only am I baking, but I'm baking in an attic. It's 98 degrees outside, real feel 101, so maybe add 20 degrees and that's my kitchen.
As soon as I turn on the oven my roommate runs out of the apartment. A lot of love and sweat is going into this pie. Mainly sweat.
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