Baking

Rainy evening. Cold and empty house.
The Cat came from his outdoor wanders
Either because it is a bad weather even for him
Or maybe he just decided to check on me.
Anyway I am not listening to his lazy purrs.
I have decided to make a dessert.
I take
1 cup of almond flower,
3 table spoons of melted butter,
3 teaspoon of poppy seeds,
And 3 teaspoons of sugar.
I've added a pinch of salt and a few drops of vanilla extract.
The oven is warming to 350
While I am playing with the soft dough,
Making a blob, dividing it in eight equal portions.
It feels good, slightly greasy, it's softens my skin,
It cheers me up, it warms my spirit.
It is 8:03. I've started baking.

Now I am waiting.
It's taken nine minutes to write this note.
I've checked the cookies they still look suspiciously pale.
I am not very experienced cook.
But I feel a good smell and suspect that perhaps they are on a right track.
My senses are sharpened,
I am getting exceedingly nervous.
"What if you burn them," I hear the fridge gargling.
the window panes rattle, “they will be totally raw”.
And the Cat came and set just in front of the stove
As if saying that cookies need careful eye of the independent observer.

Oh my!
Three more minutes have passed.
Time can be stretchy sometimes.
If I only knew it, I would bake the damn cookies non stop all my life.
8:20
Ready or not I am taking you out!!!