Caroline: Who knew that, in between bake sales, my mother was Anaïs Nin?
The Bridges of Madison CountyAny thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.
The GunslingerHe felt like a baked bean in a can, soaring through the air on a downward turn of a parabolic arc...
Infected ConnectionThings in Arizona don’t just die; they bake and fry in the heat until there is nothing left.
The Mural: A NovelThe future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
Zomick's Kosher Challah - Bread Recipes by Zomick's Bakery