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Bakers' Club<br>Fri, 24 Jul<br>2026 - writing, ai<br>In a small town, there was a bakers' club popular with professionals and hobbyists alike. Every Saturday,<br>they would gather at the local cafe and bring their homemade cakes and pies; they ate, drank coffee, talked,<br>and exchanged the latest recipes. It was nice.

One day, a new visitor arrived from out of town. He didn't say a word, didn't bring any cake, but tasted<br>every cake there was and picked out the best pieces to take home with him. The regulars were confused, but<br>shrugged it off and moved on with their lives.

The following week, he came back, drank all the coffee, took every single cake, and left again. People<br>tried to talk to him, but he would not listen. This was unacceptable, so the group decided not to open the<br>door for him next time.

A week later, he visited again, but the door was locked. He banged on the door, demanded access to the<br>cakes, even cracked the glass a little, and screamed that cake was free, so he had a right to take it. But<br>the shocked people in the cafe did not open the door, so he left. The bakers talked and speculated about what<br>a single person would want so many cakes for. They had no idea.

The next week, almost two dozen new visitors arrived. All from different towns, all at the same time. The<br>parking lot was so full that many regulars could not find a spot. But the new visitors looked normal, behaved<br>normally, even brought some store-bought donuts, so they were let in. The event was open for visitors after<br>all. But something was off. They didn't speak much, didn't share any of their own recipes, and no one knew<br>them. At the end of the evening, each of them took just enough cake not to look suspicious. In the end, all<br>the cakes were gone, and the regulars looked at their empty plates in confusion. Cake is meant to be eaten,<br>but this was wrong.

The Bakers' Club held an extraordinary meeting. They had to do something, so they decided to only accept<br>visitors from now on if they bring their own homemade cake. Also, everyone was allowed to take home only one<br>slice. The news spread quickly. People who regularly enjoyed the pleasant atmosphere but couldn't bake<br>themselves felt they were being treated unfairly. After all, they hadn't done anything wrong! They just<br>wanted to enjoy some cake.

The Saturday after the meeting, it was even more crowded than the week before. There was not a single<br>parking spot left in the entire street. The new people were locals and even brought cakes this time, but they<br>looked strangely familiar and odd at the same time. Some cakes were a mixture of many different recipes and<br>tasted too sweet or too dry. Others were burned, some had collapsed, one cake was made with salt instead of<br>sugar, and another was beautifully decorated, but its core was made out of cardboard. The regular members<br>looked at the cakes and tasted them, but they were all awful. The new people who brought them still looked<br>proud, praised the new cooking app they all seemed to use, and didn't accept any advice. "The new app knows<br>more than you," they said. "We don't need to be bakers to bake a cake! The app tells us what to do," they<br>said. They couldn't even understand what was wrong with their cakes.

Most of the regulars didn't come back the next week. Too much noise, too many people who couldn't really<br>bake and didn't want to learn. The parking situation was horrible, and every bite was a gamble. Most cakes<br>were awful; some were dangerous. The recipes were unoriginal, flawed, useless. Nothing special, nothing new.<br>People once came to the bakers' club to get new ideas and inspiration, talk to peers, and learn from each<br>other to become better bakers. But that was no longer possible. Too many people relied on the new app. They<br>couldn't kick them all out. It was a lost cause.

So here we are.

Months later, the cafe is still busy every Saturday. The app has improved a lot, especially after that one<br>week when several people were hospitalized with food poisoning after eating cake. The cakes are mostly edible<br>now, and some are genuinely beautiful, but they still do not taste very good. People proudly show off their<br>creations, talk about decoration and style or the new app version, but rarely taste them or take slices home<br>for later. Most cakes go to the trash after the event. No one talks about recipes anymore. But they seem to<br>have fun.

Some of the old bakers have started a new club and rented a small private kitchen. Members only, but you<br>can bring friends. No one is required to show up with a finished cake anymore. Instead, they bring<br>ingredients, ideas, and questions. They bake together, only one or two cakes an evening. They learn, share<br>experiences, talk about the time when the app took over their old club, and enjoy some cake. It may not be<br>the best or most beautiful cake ever. Sometimes they...