And I Thought I Made Good Pudding

I don't know who this woman is.  I don't know what inspires her, how she does it, or where she finds the time.  I also don't know why she's not 400 lbs.  I do know that I want to live next door to her and have her rig up some sort of apparatus whereby her oven door is connected to a string connected to a bell which sounds throughout my house to alert me that freshly baked goods will be placed on her windowsill momentarily should I choose to meander over.  I would meander over every single time.  I would also lay on the floor next to the oven with my mouth open in hopes of scraps, should the bell system prove too cumbersome.

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