Baking potatoes

I stand in the kitchen not really present talking about baking potatoes with my husband. For a second the girl who baked potatoes in so many other people's kitchens looks out of these woman's eyes awed at the fact that she can bake potatoes in her own kitchen. In that instant the woman receives as a gift the incredible pleasure of baking potatoes in her own kitchen, and is grateful.

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