A Risky Birthday Request
C's birthday is today.
Originally, we were going to be in Queens with her daughter's family, but wound up cancelling the trip because we'd already found a place to live near her (which was going to be a major part of the trip, hunting real estate).
Her daughter was going to bake a cake for her birthday. Now she wasn't getting a cake.
I asked her if there was any kind of cake she'd like baked for her birthday. She chose a cranberry crumble.
I mean, I've had baking experience. Cookies from a tube and cinnamon rolls from a can and brownies from a box.
Baking something from scratch from a recipe? Nope.
Still, I was game, in spite of the potential disaster.
"Is 911 on standby?" I asked, as I started to take ingredients from the pantry. "What about FEMA?"
She'd chosen a very simple recipe, one even a beginner should be able to do.
Theoretically.
I was focused as a safecracker, making sure there was no deviation from the recipe. If it had been a movie, my upper lip would have been sweating. The only thing I know about baking is you never deviate from the recipe, while you can do that all the time in cooking.
I kept waiting for disaster (a personality trait), but it all turned out okay.
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