EVAN SUN
Digest: I became a recipe they could swallow
I bake when I have no responsibilities. Nothing tethers me to the act of whisking meringue or piping icing other than love for baking itself. This love is mineralized in succulent memories of butter-perfumed kitchens and floured marble counters. It demands a will for perfection, an eye for sugar-laced aesthetics.
May 11, 2025
