Teresa and I have been talking about what we'll do when I win the Pillsbury Bake-Off.  It's a million dollars.  At first we said that we really liked our lives the way they are and we wouldn't change a thing, except that I would get that crown on my lower left molar.  I would keep working--how would I get away from Enzo and Teresa if I didn't work?--and Teresa would keep doing art and being Enzo's roadie.  Then we thought maybe we'd get a dishwasher.  And while we were at it we might as well remodel the kitchen.  And get a new car, a Subaru wagon.  And maybe get the teensiest bit of plastic surgery.  And pretty soon a million dollars didn't really seem like enough.

For the Bake-Off I'm dreaming up a Mediterranean cheesecake with Greek yogurt and marmalade and maybe ricotta.  You heat the marmalade and strain it.  The strained part goes in the cheesecake proper and the orange bits go in the crust.  And the crust has chopped almonds and breadcrumbs.

And if anyone steals my idea, I will hunt you down.