The Missing Cake Mix
Feb. 10th, 2015 07:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sinisterporpoiseI woke up at around 7 o'clock this morning. As I walked out to the kitchen to begin my morning ritual, I took a few seconds to look at the counter. The can of cream cheese icing I'd left on the counter remained. The red velvet cake mix that I had taken out that night before seemed to be missing.
As I usually do in such situations, I searched the kitchen panicking. I had intended to make the cake last night, ice it this morning and eat a piece or two today. I decided to put it off until today after feeling sick to my stomach last night. (Cooking in this state is not a particularly enjoyable experience.)
I spent fifteen minutes rearranging items in the kitchen, only to find I had put it beside the cabinet. For a few seconds, I was entertaining the idea that my roommate had made it, but that seemed unlikely.
As I usually do in such situations, I searched the kitchen panicking. I had intended to make the cake last night, ice it this morning and eat a piece or two today. I decided to put it off until today after feeling sick to my stomach last night. (Cooking in this state is not a particularly enjoyable experience.)
I spent fifteen minutes rearranging items in the kitchen, only to find I had put it beside the cabinet. For a few seconds, I was entertaining the idea that my roommate had made it, but that seemed unlikely.
