I’m CakeCultist, and I don’t just bake cakes. I commune with them. I dream in crumbs. I’ve canceled plans for a perfect crumb coat and wept over a cracked mirror glaze (then fixed it with edible gold leaf, because that’s what faith looks like).
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Welcome, fellow devotees. You’ve found your way to the altar. I’m CakeCultist, and I don’t just bake cakes