I needed the flour for bread.
One could not greet visitors without it. Although, one could argue that they could greet them with fruit.
Or maybe just a cup of tea or coffee.
Anne was by my side, as the two of us were staring at the pancake mix.
"Do you have enough jam for us all?" Anne asked, her eyes narrowed.
"No. I have just one jar," and that was the problem with having the gnomes just give me what they could spare. But the dinner was cooling.
The cake had to finish this duel for the villager's love.
"And how many apples do you have?" Anne asked.
I looked at the half-full net.
"A little," I told her, handing her the net.
"A little?" She scrunched up her nose, only to smile seconds later. "That's a lot, Sylvan! Ok, we'll make a cake!"
I blinked.
I made this cake at home, with gluten-free pancake mix (allergic to wheat, milk and oranges. The wheat hurts the most.) I had run out of gluten-free flour, but wanted something sweet.
The cake got eaten in record time. Only a single piece was left for the next morning.
I took a shower, made my bed, grabbed a plate.
Only to see the empty platter which had served as the home of the besieged cake in the sink.
No, life is not fair.