To avoid unnecessary house explosions, thigh burns, and scorched shorts on the Fourth of July, I’m blowing the flaming popsicle stand that is my neighborhood. I’m sure the “rocket’s red blare” and “bombs bursting in air” look amazeballs, but I wouldn’t really know for sure because usually, I’m in full cat freak-out mode, searching for… Continue reading How Do We Dance When Our Bundts Are Burning?