What Baking Can Do sing and play along

Make it work;

make it easy.

Make it clever;

craft it into pieces.

Make it sweet;

crimp the edges.

Or make it sour and serve with lemon wedges.

Even doubt can be delicious,

and it washes off of all the dirty dishes.

When it's done,

I can smile;

it's on someone else's plate for a while.

I'll place it on display;

and then I'll slice and

serve my worries away.

I can fix this;

I can twist it into sugar,

buttercovered pieces.

Never mind what's underneath it.

I have done it before;

I'll bake me a door to help me get through.

I learned that from you.

Mama, it's amazing what baking can do.

Make it up,

and surprise them.

Tell them all my secrets, but disguise them,

so they dance on the tongues of the very people that they're secrets from.

Make it soon;

make it better.

Though, better never lasts forever.

I'll make it small, so it fits

even this,

even now, even as the walls come tumbling down,

even as I can't stop remembering how

ev'ry door we ever made,

we never once walked out...

Something I never got the chance to ask her about.

So with flour on my hands,

I'll show them all how goddamn happy I am.

Sugar, butter, flour, don't let me down!

Let's see the next amazing thing

baking does now.