Buttermilk

Summary: Whipping, creaming, she loved all of it. The way the texture of the mixture changed with each turn of her wrist. It fascinated her.

This idea just came to me and I had to write it.

Crack.

A line had appeared along the egg and she raised it up over the bowl to fall into the batter mix. Her arm reached across the table to grab another, break it and watch the yolk fall inside.

Taking the whip she started to stir; water, batter, butter, and egg mixing together all at once.

Watching it, the way the texture of the mixture changed with each turn of her wrist. It fascinated her.

It was one of the reasons she loved to cook, to bake, prepare food for everybody.

To her, it wasn't just a hobby.

It was a way of life.