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
For people who want to learn, grow, get inspired, and stay silly.
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