The recipe for traditional pound cake calls for 1 pound of flour, 1 pound of eggs, 1 pound of butter, and 1 pound of sugar. Pure extract of vanilla can be added, according to preference. What could be better than homemade pound cake and coffee on a Sunday? That would be something special, something to remember. Edna was in the kitchen with Ed. She was confused…
Edna: We don’t have any butter.
Ed: What?
Edna: And no eggs.
Ed: No eggs either?
Edna: I can’t see a single one.
[She closed the refrigerator door. He put his lukewarm cup of coffee on the table and went to the pantry closet.]
Ed: I can’t find any flour.
Edna: No flour?
Ed: And no sugar, either.
Edna: Ed, I thought for sure you’d get sugar.
Ed: I knew there was something missing in the coffee. And I was so looking forward to your making poundcake today.
Edna: Me? I thought you promised. It was to be your special treat for us, remember? I just assumed…
Ed: No. I didn’t say that. When have I ever promised pound cake? Of course, everyone likes it.
Edna: I love it, Ed.
Ed: How about that? We do have some tincture of vanilla. [He took the bottle from the closet. It was unopened. He studied it for the expiration date.]
Ed: Good as new. Thanks for getting it. I might put some in my coffee.
Edna: I thought you said you’d get the vanilla
Ed: No. Vanilla? That’s not the kind of thing I buy.
Edna: It could be that your memory’s not what it was.
Ed: Do we have to talk about that now?
Edna: I forget things, too.
Ed: Nothing’s what it was. Look at this pantry closet.
Edna: And the refrigerator. Do you mind passing the vanilla? I’m a little thirsty.
Ed: Me, too. Could you brew some more coffee?
Edna: More? Didn’t you make the pot earlier, Ed?
David Sydney wrote this but didn’t remember to tell us where he’s from. Must have slipped his mind.
