The Forgotten Eggs.
by Mihika Malhotra · 3 min read
On nostalgia, food and the loss of time.
One cup softened butter. One cup sugar. Two teaspoons vanilla extract. One and a half cups of flour. Some salt, baking powder and finally, 4 eggs. Preferably room temperature.
It was my mother’s recipe for preparing the perfect vanilla pound cake. I remember one sunny afternoon in 2010 when she was preparing this cake. I was sitting on an uneven ledge on the kitchen counter talking about how my school day went. A stroke of sunlight was hitting the kitchen counter, exactly where she had neatly lined all the ingredients necessary for the cake. I kept talking, and she kept nodding her head.
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