My First Scone
They looked so heavy on the sheet pan. My heart was seizing. You've been nothing but trouble.
Their cavity puffed.
You are my first scone, after all.
"What did you make?" He asked.
"Blueberry scones." I replied.
"No chocolate cake?" He asked.
"Chocolate cake is tomorrow." I replied.
I put a cooling rack on the kitchen table and proceeded to lift the scones, one at a time, from the sheet pan. Light as a feather. Exhale. Smile. Taste of a crumbly nub. Oh wow. This is good.