She always sung while baking and she sang the most melancholy and plaintive airs.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
I'd take a hold myself if I didn't have all the baking to do for the dance.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
In taking account of our stock we found that our baking powder was about exhausted.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook