Tiny transporter

 

The family chat is sprinkled with photos of what we are cooking and baking. A way of being in each other’s kitchens when we are far apart. I can drool over Math Guy and his husband’s focaccia stuffed with mortadella. A loaf of Crash’s sourdough brings back memories of tending the starter during the pandemic. Math Man’s breakfast omelet. 

Today I am trying a recipe for an orange cranberry loaf. (The recipe suggests it freezes well and I am hoping I can slice and freeze for an occasional treat with my afternoon tea!) Photos of the process went into the family chat. Crash’s partner responded, “I wish you could send that overseas!!”

“We need the transporter, at least for loaves. Like how much power should it take for a little one, the size of a microwave?”

Math Guy bounced in to suggest that you just need a tiny fusion reactor. Which reminded me of the time he created a ball of plasma in the microwave, a little tiny sun hovering between two halves of a grape. 

Next kitchen renovation? Never mind a pot filler for the stove, I want a tiny fusion reactor and a toaster oven sized transporter to beam a slice of cake across town or across the Atlantic.