Honey

• Short story
• Humour

								
Eggs.
Flour.
Milk.
Honey.
Eggs.
Flour.
Milk. 
Honey??
Shit. Shit. Why did I add the honey - That was meant to be for the end. I open the cutlery drawer to find a spoon. I need to get the honey out, it can still be saved. The drawer is stuck. It’s jammed by a tea towel. The honey is starting to sink into the milk and eggs, and the tip of the flour mountain in the bowl is beginning to cave. I’m yanking at the tea towel and it’s not coming out. I look to the kitchen bench, which has now become my tool bench. Dirty measuring cups are upturned and spilling remnants of milk and flour over the table. Two egg shells sit in a little puddle of egg whites and a dusting of flour is sprinkled all over the black bench top. The scales are balanced precariously on the edge of the sink and a little team of dirty spoons sit abandoned next the the mixing bowl. Wait - spoons! I pick up the nearest spoon dive in to rescue the honey. It drips off the spoon and I catch it with my other hand, reaching for the next spoon. It takes all 3 spoons and dirtying both hands but finally the mixing bowl is honey free. I dump the spoons into the sink and glance at the recipe.
Step 6: Add the honey
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