I’d been looking at the book table of the charity sale held at my local village hall. Having exhausted all known titles in the genre of ‘kinky mummy porn’, I decided that I needed to go cold turkey from the bodice-rippers that had kept me warm since my husband upped and left me for a much younger woman.
I needed something far removed from those smutty romance novels and when my eye landed on the cookery book, I knew instantly that instead of a good fictional spanking, I needed to put all my energies into doing something creative.
I’d always liked to cook when Barry and I were married. I’d been distraught when he left, having a complete emotional breakdown and surviving on microwavable ready meals and the lustful exploits of the characters between the sheets of my favourite books.
Barry had been gone for eighteen months, the divorce finalised only last week. With the ink still drying on the papers, I decided it was time to take affirmative action. Grabbing my epilator from the drawer, I shaved the hair from my armpits, legs, and chin. Slapping makeup on my cheeks and wearing my favourite dress, I put my best foot forward, showing my face in public for the first time in months.
I’d always had a sweet tooth, ‘Beaton’s Book of Baking’ appealing to my gluttonous nature. Once home, I dropped the heavy tome on the table, poured myself a cup of fresh-brewed coffee and flicked through the pages, nodding my head at numerous cakes and cookies that looked as if they’d be easy enough to try.
The book had been both well-loved and well used, with splodges of cake mixture spotting several of the pages. Nearing the end of the book, I found two pages stuck together. Grabbing the palate knife from the drawer, I eased the two sheets apart, surprised to find a slip of paper laying in the crease.
The paper looked as old as the book. I opened it gingerly, not wanting the whole thing to disintegrate in my hands. There was a hand-written note on it:
‘Momma Sunshine’s Special Cake Mix’
100g plain flour
100g granulated sugar
100g soft butter
2tbs caustic soda
My eyes widened at the last two ingredients. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to read any further, but something compelled me to do so.
Special cake for the man I love, the man who broke my heart and ran off with a floozy half his age.
I folded the paper quickly, pretending I hadn’t read it, placing it back where I found it and slamming the book shut.
I tried to ignore the devious plot forming in my head – could I really do that to Barry?
The man I loved. The man who broke my heart and ran off with another woman.
Yes. Yes, I could.
After all, revenge is best served freshly-baked.
Written is response to Thain in Vain’s Week 21 FF52 prompt: A women purchases a cookbook at a charity book sale and discovers a note tucked in the pages.