Johnny Cake

Miraculously, I have all the ingredients although I have a back up plan if I should fall short. The butter reminds me of you, not quite room temperature, yet is capable of being soft…once, but still too cold and hard. It will be difficult however, I will manage. The oil is hot I will try not to get burn this time. I eyeball the flour, salt and sugar in spite of you. I never measured up to her, albeit both lacked the calibration by your standards. The doughballs fluffy pillows until I knead them. I resist jabs as you did me. I must use caution as to match the consistency. The perfect shape that you so desperately crave and desire in the palms of my hand. A recipe for disaster.