Good morning! I hope everyone had a fantastic Easter weekend. Mine was filled with fun and food. Probably too much food actually. especially of the Easter candy variety. I think I had more sugar this weekend than I had in the past year. So this weekend was filled with sugar based highs and lows. It was a distinctly odd experience to have my energy fluctuate like a two year old. And it ended in a massive post sugar headache. It was a whole new way to experience Peeps. But a new week has begun, shall we jump into it? Ready, Set, Write!
Okay this was a fun one. I started to figure out where i was going pretty quickly but as i wrote i thought of things I needed to add to make the story flow better. I think I’ll have to spend some time with this one later today. But definitely a good start to the week.
Monday, April 18th: I wanted to make my childhood favorite.
I wanted to make my childhood favorite. I could practically taste the cookies on my tongue. The crisp buttery goodness of the cookies with their layer of spice and sweetness mixed in would soothe the rough edges of my day. I could picture myself pulling the tray out of the oven, delicately sliding a few onto a plate and taking them to the table with an icy cold class of milk.
It would be heaven.
And after today, a little slice of heaven was exactly what I needed.
I went into the shared kitchen and went to the fridge. I would need eggs and butter. I frowned. There was no butter. I reached into the butter compartment of the fridge and came out with a block of plant based butter substitute. I frowned. I knew I bought unsalted butter the last time I went out for groceries and I hadn’t used it yet. There should be an entire block.
I placed the butter substitute on the counter. Perhaps I grabbed the wrong thing without realizing it. ‘Maybe it will still work like butter in the recipe. After all it is supposed to substitute for butter.’
I went back to the fridge for eggs. They weren’t there. The entire carton was gone. “I know I bought eggs. I distinctly remembered bringing them in this week because I accidentally cracked on was I was lifting it out of the bag and ended up having scrambled eggs for lunch so it wouldn’t go to waste.
‘But I hadn’t touched the carton since.’
Where the egg carton usually sat was a paper carton. It was too short to be milk so I pulled it out. “Plant based egg white substitute? Is that even a thing?”
I placed it on the counter. The fresh ginger was still in the fridge where I left it and I gratefully took it out of the fridge. I would grate it and use it in addition to the dried ginger and cinnamon from the spice rack. I placed it on the counter relieved that something was going according to plan. I opened the drawer where I kept my spices and found it was completely empty. Even the salt was missing.
“My kitchen was robbed?” I asked myself incredulously. I crossed the kitchen to the pantry, visions of spice seeking intruders on my mind. I opened the door to the pantry.
‘Not just spices,’ I thought. There were some serious gaps in the pantry as well. The sugar was gone as were all three types of flour I routinely kept: All Purpose, Bread and Rye flours. There wasn’t as much as a smear of flour on the cabinet shelf. I leaned forward and sniffed. The shelf smelled of pine sol.
“Someone broke in, stole my flour and…cleaned?”
Thoughts of my favorite cookies fell from my mind as I left the kitchen wondering what else had happened since I left for work that morning. I went into the living room, it seemed fine. Everything was as I left it. Relieved I went to the bedroom, It too looked fairly normal. Although it had a few additions. A yoga mat I knew I didn’t own was propped against the wall. I stared at it, wondering how it got there and if it was left as a strange trade for my flour.
Ten til Midnight 