GBBO Translation: Jam Doughnuts
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Good morning (afternoon/evening/dusk), my lovelies! We've almost made it though winter! Spring is almost here! The days are getting longer, early flowers are popping up! Let's celebrate, shall we? Let's celebrate with doughnuts! You don't have to say it; I already know that was a pretty weak introduction. If you'd be so gracious, I'll give you my best excuse: Words are hard. Normally, if I may say so myself, I'm a pretty decent writer. Many who make this claim will also claim, as I am doing, that talking is much more difficult than writing. This presents itself differently for different people, but my sudden failing of words is more than just not finding the right words. Most of the time, if I don't have something to say, I just don't talk. Fellow introverts can attest that this often unfairly paints one with a brush of coldness. Just because I don't want to make small talk with you doesn't mean I don't like you. (In fairness,