“The buttermilk will activate the baking soda for a nice rise.” Weird, but less distracting than you’d think. This could go down like that ghost boy behind the curtains in that scene from Three Men and a Baby. If I pretend like nothing happened, the lion’s share of my viewers might not even notice. I add the pinch of sugar to my other ingredients and stir up the batter. “All right,” I say, plunking the sugar down and opening the canister. It’s really surprising how easy it is to do that. Tom is doubled over with silent laughter, so it’s possible we just made another accidental porn flick. There’s the sound of movement behind me, and a canister is placed in my hand. “Sugar, please!” I call over my shoulder. WWJC do? I face the camera and give a big, crazy smile. We are live, and it’s happening right now, and a girl has to realize that this is a Julia Child moment. “Holy sausage, I love my new pantry!” Maybe that line seems odd, but it’s the best I can do. Literally flailing, and shoving my body in front of the door’s opening, hoping the camera angle didn’t catch anything juicy.īut, hey, I’m a professional, so I recover rather quickly. If Braht really is named after bratwurst, I totally get it, because damn. They’re like two abominable snowmen standing in a pile of…clothes. I see Ash and Braht, covered head to toe in flour. Still, my little brain can’t quite make sense of this until the dust-my organic flour-settles.
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