“To the perfect recipe,” I replied, clinking my own cup against hers.
I picked up a slice of my signature sourdough toast, slathered in butter. I took a slow, deliberate bite. It was tangy, complex, incredibly resilient, and utterly unbreakable. Just like the woman who baked it.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to real persons, events, or places is coincidental.