Miscellaneous

55 Fiction Friday: Little Red Hen edition

There was a sort of virtue in it: saving the recipe, purchasing the eggs at the farmers market, laying out the ingredients on the nearly non-existent counter, assembling the cake with a deft hand, sliding it into the Holly Hobby-sized oven. And now, simply waiting, while the apartment filled up with the smell of love.

Full post as published by maisnon on March 06, 2009 (boomark / email).