Oven Intimacy

 Baking is the closest thing in food that brings intimacy with another.  You bake and then serve to the people for whom you baked.  If you pick grapes, you do not make the wine.  If you raise a crop, you do not even see who it is that ate of your produce except maybe your immediate family and even then, the farmer rarely processes or cooks the family food.  I guess that is why I like baking.  If I do not feel that sense of intimacy with those who eat, I look to what is off kilter in me.  Blaming others is like forgetting to turn on the oven.  A big mistake that leads to nowhere.