I creamed sugar and butter together by hand on a beautiful summer day when I had a hankering for lemon poppy seed loaf. It took an hour since the butter was still a bit hard only to discover that I was out of eggs.
I stared at the empty carton in disbelief. One egg. I only needed one egg. For a second, I thought about running to the store, but it was over thirty minutes away, and I didn’t have a car that day. My sister had borrowed it to take her kids to the lake.