[SE] Yeast of the Sun, Zest of the Moon

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help "A little bit of both." It is not a particularly helpful answer, but it is the best she can do. The dough has to be only just mixed, a useless modifier which always annoyed her as a youth. "You want to mix it until you can't see any more flour, but not much longer than that because you'll get rid of all your precious air bubbles." She passes the bowl to Jigano to finish and retreats into the back, confident that he will bring the batter to an adequate level of completion. Returning minutes later, Amalia produces two small pans. Circular, they are shaped to resemble suns, with designs embossed delicately on the bottom. The baker has already greased them both. Setting them on the counter between them, Amalia grins up at her friend. "Ready to pour? Half in each - it should fill it up to just about three quarters." The oven, as always, is ready and hot, gaping and waiting to go to work. a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine