Late in the evening, during the lazy hours following dinner, J decided to bake three apple cakes. Our spacious kitchen, full of diverse but yet so harmoniously matched objects, was at the time hosting S’s arts and crafts project, L’s late tea ritual and my own struggle to YouTube-learn how to crochet a decorative flower. You see, we are a happy creative lot and we really enjoy our common space! J is generally a very skillful cook despite his young age, but essentially spontaneous about decisions as well as quite careless regarding the unimportant things of everyday life, such as acquiring all the necessary ingredients (!). L, who cannot keep herself away from any cooking process, decided to join him and the two of them started preparing the dough. At the same time I was deeply concentrated on my PC-learning and S had already proceeded to the use of glue. Apparently the recipe chosen by J was a tricky and difficult one and that resulted to many incoherent cries on behalf of L, while she was mixing the dough. I suppose that explained the kerfuffle surrounding me at the moment, while J was running to her aid and at the same time looking for the missing ingredients. This whole commotion came abruptly to an end. The few seconds of quiet were enough to drag me out of my YouTube world only to find J frozen in the middle of the kitchen, his eyes revealing underlying terror. With her back to the rest of us, still working with the dough, L calmly spoke only three words “on the fridge”. All three of us were gaping at her at the moment, S with the glue in hand. She turned to J and repeated with a smile “you‘re looking for cinnamon, it’s on the fridge!”Staring in astonishment, he found the last missing ingredient where she told him and laughing to himself he replied “But… how did you know what I was looking for?” and then playfully “Did you read my mind?” She suddenly became serious and answered “No, but I can still READ, you see!” raising the recipe in her left hand. Her last words were lost in a roar of laughter!
And that’s the cinnamon story or how an ordinary boring evening at home can be fun! You just need… well, friends!
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