Letter to Baking Soda

Dear Baking Soda,

What kind of magic hands spun you into existence?  How is it that you taste so terrible on your own, yet make baked goods a delight?  You de-stink my fridge and clean my tiles.  In fact, you are so good at cleaning things that you make my teeth overly sensitive when I use you instead of toothpaste because you are scrubbing the tooth enamel right off.  That, my friend, is power.  The same power that lifts a flat cake into a fluffy, light one and puts out kitchen fires!  How crazy is that?

Wikipedia says you are mined from the earth, but I think you are mined from heaven.

Thank you, baking soda, for existing.

xoxoxo
Andrea

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