a theory based on no evidence) - that if I didn’t have celiac disease, perhaps I might have had more early success with baking, and might be one of queers who bakes sourdough instead of doom-scrolling.* But we will never know that, and I simply cannot bake a good baked-good, a fact which is especially annoying because placing a hot cherry pie on a window sill is exactly the aesthetic I strive for. I would like to think - much in the same way that I believe I would be engaged by now if I lived in NYC (i.e. I differentiate between cooking and baking because I am firmly not a baker. Insect identification (used to be stronger, this skill is waning) Supplying costume pieces for friends going to themed parties
For your convenience, I’ve listed them below, in order of my confidence in my abilities: There are very few things that I feel I am truly good at. If that comes across like a brag, I want to make it very clear that it is, unequivocally, a brag.
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