We share a snickerdoodle in silence; Libby makes no comment about fats and sugars, she just chews thoughtfully
Islide the challos into the oven, blowing a stray hair out of my face. Ma and Ta went to the Kuhnreich wedding in Flatbush, and I’d offered to get all the baking done after I do my homework.
Libby’s in college until 11, but she promised she’d help then.
I flip through Ma’s immaculate recipe box. Time to make something yum. Fudgy brownies, peanut butter thumbprints, chocolate chip, snickerdoodles…. Yes, snickerdoodles. Bring on the margarine and cinnamon. I imagine Libby’s face if she could see me creaming margarine and laugh. Sooo sorry, Nurse Taub. Sometimes you gotta just go for it.
I cream and mix and pour and sprinkle, and honestly, despite the Ishay Ribo blasting throughout the kitchen, it’s getting a bit lonely.
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