“somehow you are sacred,” by Sasha on her couch

Wednesday December 12, 2018
4:30pm
5 minutes
The Third Treatise
Yara Farran

Mia has started praying to the saints that she get better at baking, some of which are real and some of which are made up. Saint Chelsea looks after newly attempted recipes gone wrong. Cakes the overflow and fold molten rocks on the bottom of the oven, breads that don’t rise, cookies with bases burned to a crisp. Saint Tyrese is the saint of dishes. Caked on crumbs be gone! Solidified caramel – banish! Mia prays and beats egg whites into pearly peaks and wonders if buying this whole in the wall bakery was really a good idea.

“Don’t you dare” by Sasha at her desk


Wednesday January 30, 2013
1:06pm
5 minutes
What to Wear section of Fashion Magazine
Winter 2013


We walk into the bakery and my mother starts grabbing the rolls like they are fruit or something. I’m starting to freak, I mean, she isn’t going to buy them! I’m like, “Mom! What are you doing? Those are rolls not peaches!” And she’s all shocked that I’m, like, calling her on her manners. She finally decides to buy a loaf of some kind of rye bread. B-A-R-F. Did you know that the culture for Rye can sometimes be around for hundreds of years? HUNDREDS. If that’s not nasty than smack my cheek and call me Ray-Ray. Jono told me that, about the rye, because he used to work in a kitchen and he knows pretty much everything about foods. He taught me about chewing gum when you are cutting onions? You know about that? You won’t cry one tear. Not one.