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Routine Ramblings of an Occasionally Interesting Housewife


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Molasses

Marjory drifts into the sunny kitchen, wincing in the bright summer sun. The dogs chase birds in the yard; the kids still snoozing away their summer freedom. The buzzing of the cicadas serves to amplify the precious quiet. A lazy peace surrounds her as she prepares the morning repast. The scent of fresh gingerbread will serve nicely to wake the kids. Setting out the ingredients, she meets her nemesis. Molasses. Stuck tight. Again. Pry it from the shelf. New shelf paper on the shopping list. Blanch the jar. Believe; twist. Pop. Thick, black, essential sweetness. Stir, bake; face the day.

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