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She washes her hands
She washes her hands and pulls two large
bowls from the cabinet. She also takes a
measuring cup- the ingredients are
waiting on the table.
Carefully measuring out the flour, baking
soda, and salt pouring them into one
bowl and setting it to the side.
Taking the butter, she begins
creaming it with the sugar and vanilla
in the second. Mixing the two bowls together
is the real challenge.
Their textures, tastes, and appearances
seem totally different, incompatible.
Yet something about their chemistry is
undeniable. The attraction of opposites,
the combination of counterparts
to create something new, something
enticing. The heat of passion becomes undeniable-
The two are thrown together-
hot, clinging, excited.
The bond is sealed.
She hears the oven timer ring, and takes
the cookies out of the oven, smiling
contentedly to herself.
There is an undeniable color and subtlety in this one; not homemade, by the way, but inspired. An activity with a beginning, middle, and ending; this very well shown from a personal perspective, a simple experience.
Usually, there is room for some structural or grammatical critique, in this case, though, like dessert, I think I’ll just have another…