I baked tonight without you. After you went to sleep. It was the lure of a clean kitchen and a lot more speed that made me do it. But it was the first time in a long time that I baked without you by my side.
There is no egg shell to hunt out of the batter and the floor is not covered in flour. I didn’t have to chant, “wait til it is over the bowl to turn the spoon over” and I even got to lick the beater. But it just wasn’t the same.
I baked tonight without you, and I just wanted to tell you how much I missed you.