I’m the kind of baker who likes the load a bunch of foodstuffs in a bowl and see what happens.  This is the School of Anti-Baking.  Sometimes this results in oven explosions or brownies that resemble moose turds but most of the time I have enough of the science down to have it work.

“What’re adding?” Julia wants to know.

“I don’t know yet.”

She watches me and then, out of nowhere says, “Can I have a threeway?”

Huh? If I were the kind of parent who cursed in front of her kids I might have said, “What the fuck did you just say?” But I am not that kind of parent so I thought that and said, “Excuse me?”

“A threeway,” she rolled her eyes as if I should of course know what she means. “Like, cranberries, chocolate chips, and carrot shreds?”

“Oh.  Sure.”

And so the Breakfast Loaf began to take shape as I lost a year or two from my life.