That’s why Quincy’s Sweets exists. When I graduated college with a marketing degree and moved to New York, I still thought of myself as a victim. So did everyone else. Baking seemed the only way to change that. I wanted to pour my runny, sloshing existence into a human-shaped mold and crank up the heat, emerging soft, springy, and new
Please put your question in the body of your post even if that means repeating the subject line. That way I can quote the question. You are parsing it wrong.
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You are parsing it wrong. Her existence had two traits. It was both runny and sloshing. It ran, and it sloshed. She is making a tortured metaphor, comparing herself to something like a cupcake. A cupcake starts out as a loose batter—runny and sloshing. She w
It sounds poetic to me. Although it's difficult, I like this way of expression. Very beautiful.
Not literally, but what I understand overall is that the writer found himself in the baking profession, not in marketing. When he enrolled in baking, he changed for the better. He valued himself and proved his existence. He became energetic and full of life. He felt as if he were born again,