It is March. A cottage baker opens the cupboard for a birthday order and finds the gold jar she bought "a while ago". She has no idea when she opened it. Does edible glitter expire? A page somewhere gave her...

You tip the pinch in and nothing swirls. A pale raft sits on the surface like a lily pad. Or the shimmer slides to the bottom of the glass and lies there in a bright line, doing none of the...