I didn't mind the baking. I did mind the insistence that I was never going to have cinnamon buns as good as hers which reach some Platonic ideal of bunness. It made me feel a) hungry and b) like there was no point of going out to buy buns because they would only be an inferior, shadowy sort.
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Date: 2009-08-01 09:11 pm (UTC)