584: A Cup Of Sugar

You must have been asleep when I rang your doorbell yesterday morning. I can’t say that I blame you, I mean, after all it was quarter of six. Some respectable people are still asleep at quarter of six, or so I am told. Anyway, I rang several times, and then I pounded on the door…

546: Strawberry Cheesecake

The most important thing in Annalise’s life was cheesecake. To be fair, it’s hard to imagine anything being more important than cheesecake, but Annalise had a way of taking this to extremes. One day, as she was swerving down the interstate she saw a cheesecake laying in the middle of the road. She immediately slammed…

491: The Cake Eating Contest

The 127th Annual Pigtown Gala was in full swing, and as usual Belinda Martin was in rare form. The musical chairs competition had just been completed, and the action was moving to the pig racing competition when Belinda’s voice came over the loudspeaker. “We need some cake!” The crowd roared in agreement. “There will be…

464: An Apple A Day

“An Apple a day keeps the doctor away.” That’s what Margery’s mother had always said, so Margery figured it must be true. So Margery ate an apple every single day. It didn’t do a very good job of keeping the doctor away, as Margery was a weak and sickly individual. She seemed to be seeing…

434: The Best Thing Since Sliced Bread

On July 6th, 1928, a jeweler from Missouri successfully demonstrated a machine which he had been perfecting for several years, one that revolutionize culinary arts all around the world. On that day, Otto Rohwedder sliced bread. With a machine. As groundbreaking and revolutionary as Mr. Rohwedder’s invention would prove to be, it would leave future…

355: The Way To A Man’s Heart

4 cups of butter 2 tbsp baking powder 1 cup of butter 1 cup of buttermilk Veronica squinted at the recipe. Her grandmother had been an excellent cook. She was sure she had seen her make biscuits. She scoured her memory for a memory, but couldn’t find it. No matter, it was a simple recipe,…

266: Home

When Avi was a child he would run into the house just as his mother was pulling cookies out of the oven. He would grab one off the tray and bit into the warm, gooey goodness of it. A few moments later, with chocolate smeared across his face, he would be back on his bike…

241: Cake

“Did you get my message?” “No.” “I asked if you could get some cake.” “Why do you want cake?” “I don’t. Brett wants it.” “Why does Brett want it?” “Ask him.” “Where is he?” “Beats me.” “I can run out again and grab some cake.” “Nah. If Brett wants it he can get it himself.”…