Baking
The prompt Baking was submitted by Sharon
“How are the cookies doing?” he asks as he walks in the kitchen. I turn to him from the stove and smile.
“Almost done. Don’t you smell them?” I ask.
“My nose led me right here.” He grins and comes over for a hug. “So just a few more minutes then.”
“You are supposed to let them cool down.” I tease, but I know he’s not going to wait. He never does.
“Mom always said to get me a man that can cook.” He says. I raise my eyebrows as I look down at him, “okay,” he confesses, “maybe not directly to me, but I listened when she told my sisters.”
“Well my father always told me to make the bread and butter,” I grin smartly and he pinches my side. “Ow,” I say with a laugh “no fair.”
He looks up at me and smiles, but then the oven dings, and he bounds from me to go to the front of the oven door before I can lean down for a kiss. He sniffs with exaggeration and I roll my eyes.
“He’s only with me for my baking,” I say, “Here I thought it was my cute face.” I shoo him from the oven so I can open it.
“It can be both.” He says, watching as I take the cookies out and place the pans on top of the oven.
“Thanks love!” He says, plucking a cookie off of the hot pan and straight into his mouth. He lets out a hot puff of air as he chews with his mouth open. I can’t help but laugh as I turn the oven off and he says “Hot!”
Never change.