Kate is quite the girl. She talks about baking bread as she is an old french bakery owner in northern France. I ask her to bring some bread over to have it with a hot drink in a mild afternoon of Winston-Salem, but she would deny because she is in the "growing the yeast" step and would ask me to hang in there for few days. I talk about my roommate and his new automatic and fast bread making machine...kate looks at me and makes faces.... that piece of shit doesn't count dude!

I always admire any enthusiasm of this sort toward anything we see (or we don't) as a routine.