It was a dark and stormy Monday...
I climbed the stairs up from the dark basement quickly. The humidity following. It's grip weakening as my feet fell upon the final tread. Without looking, I closed the switch and let the door slam behind me. I turned the lock.
My heart thumped, keeping tempo with the thunder outside.
This is just like Sophia's storm in The Summer Book.
I worried about the pepper plants and the newly planted mums. They were drowning. It was all we could do, hope for the best.
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Hope and Carrot Walnut Cake (quickbread)
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I pursed my lips and held my breath. My eyes froze open. My brows arched. I waited.
By engaging in the act, the eating of the carrot walnut cake, hunched over the table, he had given the thumbs up.
I could only feel triumphant.
"I used 1 teaspoon of cinnamon instead of 1/2." I said.
"Ah. You made it your own." He said with a grin.
I could only laugh at his amusement.
"You make me laugh." I said.
And when he suggested that we bring some over for Sunday supper, my body collapsed in on itself, a full body sigh of relief. Because there can be no greater compliment.
Bad storm, but good book.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to have your efforts praised, appreciated and shared. :-)
ReplyDeleteI'll have to get my hands on that book - but your quick bread looks so delicious! Peanut butter, eh? Interesting.
ReplyDeleteThe amount of walnuts in that carrot cake makes me what to call you my baked goods- soul mate. No one else seems to understand.
ReplyDeleteDenise - Very good book.
ReplyDeleteTart - It's what I live for, to share.
kickpleat - Oh, yes. Peanut butter on any quick bread is delicious.
Nicole - :) It was quite nutty and oh so good. More is more! I love nuts...sigh...