Tom Petty and I made pumpkin loaf.
I handled the flour and the expressive eggs.
He handled the bad-ass singing and tried
to distract me by pouring too much milk
in the first batch and hiding the thawed
squash for the second. I was so flustered
by the time they went into the oven
that I left him alone in the house with the
baking loaves while I went to town.
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