Try her lemon bars. Or her almond bars. Her crepe cake. Try anything that Christianna takes out of the oven and you will believe in the necessity of pleasure. Not kidding. And if you end up being invited to a potluck or dinner party where she has volunteered to bring dessert, I recommend that you graciously step aside, lest you be embarrassed by whatever it is that she’s bringing to the table. Macaron, maybe. Perfect, little pleasures.