Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “flower/flour.” Use one, use both, it’s totally up to you. Enjoy!
Mum’s yellow flour bin had a picture of a smiling daisy on it. It sat on the shelf amongst other containers for sugar, tea, coffee, biscuits and bread, but nothing matched. It’s what made her kitchen ‘Mum’s’, and the food that came out of it was tasty and nutritious.
Mum also liked flowers, so whenever we were visiting, we’d take her a bunch of daffs or tulips, or whatever was going in the supermarket that we could afford. Dad also grew roses and would often pick a single bloom for Mum to put in a tiny bud vase us kids had bought her many years before.
This particular weekend, we were staying over and Mum was in the kitchen baking as she always did on a Sunday morning.
There was an almighty scream followed by a crash and five of us went bombing downstairs to make sure Mum was OK.
There was flour everywhere and Mum was shaking like a leaf.
Looking up at her from the yellow container was the floury whiskered face of a mouse.
It seemed somewhat surprised at being disturbed, and certainly didn’t like the flying lessons Dad gave it out of the back door, container and all.
We sat Mum in the dining room whilst one of us made her a cup of tea to calm her nerves.
‘It surprised me, that’s all,’ she said sheepishly. ‘But dammit! I have no more flour so can’t make pastry. No pastry, means no pie, and no pie means no dessert!’
‘Don’t worry Love,’ Dad said. ‘We’ll have a crumble instead.’
Mum laughed then.
‘Fool!’ she said wiping tears of merriment from her cheeks. ‘That needs flour too!’
We ended up with our traditional Sunday roast followed by stewed apple and custard, aka ‘apple pie’ without the pastry!