It was neither good luck or bad luck to play with the forces of a Birthday, and yet joy and desire for celebration made it a regular occurrence. The vessel to hold power over the year was a simple recipe: Flour from the same years harvest to acknowledge bounty, milk of an animal with no name, baking powder to acknowledge the baxik chemistry, butter for flavor, spices whispered into the ear of the child only one time, and most importantly, a soul sacrificed from a fowl in the form of two eggs cracked into the mix. These two spirits would watch your front and back over the year. Mix, bake, till risen in a bread warm hearth, and serve with jam and compote that left open to the sky the night before. And with that first slice, good wishes were secured for a year.
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