A few days ago, my doorbell rang, and there was my next door neighbor with her son, about twelve years old. They brought in three bags. I found all these groceries plus some bottled water and bananas. When I asked if there was any toilet paper in the bags, she said, “We’ll bring some. And sure enough, back they came with four rolls of toilet paper and two rolls of paper towel.
After thanking them, I made two loaves of banana bread and took one over to their house.
Then Larry, the neighbor across the street, asked if I needed anything. Knowing my twin daughters were coming on Sunday for their birthday dinner, I said I needed milk and sugar. Next, Ted, the neighbor behind us asked if I needed anything. Looking at my flour canister, I realized I probably didn’t have enough, so I asked him to get flour.
Later, Ted knocked on my back door and said the store was out of flour. I waited until after dinner to make the cake, hoping I wouldn’t have to use brown sugar for it, but Larry came to my door with milk and sugar. Sure enough, I didn’t have enough regular flour and had to add some bread flour to make the cake.
Then Walmart called announcing three prescriptions. Since my husband and I are in the high-risk age group, I was leery of exposing my self to all those shoppers and asked my daughter if she’d pick them up on the way to my house on Sunday. When she agreed, I asked if she had any powdered sugar to make frosting. Luckily, she did and said she’d bring it. I haven’t made egg white frosting in years, because it is tricky to make, so I was glad she had powdered sugar.
At the birthday dinner on Sunday, my other daughter brought some flour. We had Swedish meatballs with gravy, corn pudding, and green bean dish, made with fresh green beans as the store had been out of frozen French style green beans the last time I shopped. The three-layer cake turned out well, and everyone liked it, but I thought it turned out rather dense due to the bread flour being high in gluten.
My husband and I decided we didn’t need any extra calories, so after my daughters and son-in-law left, I divided up the rest of the cake and took it to my wonderful neighbors.
Yesterday, Ted came over with a bag of flour, so I made blueberry coffee cake and took some to the Larry across the street, while my husband took some to Ted and his wife.
I hope all of you reading this are doing okay. I’m spending my time editing my next book, Forgotten Princess, and reading other romantic suspense novels.