If you’ve never eaten a molten lavacake, I suggest you give it a try! That is right where my mind went when I saw the flash fiction prompt this week from the Carrot Ranch.
Tension filled the air, thicker than the fragrant deliciousness wafting around the room. Naturally, the young ones were more than anxious as they planted themselves on the floor smack dab in front of the oven door.
One would think they had never been fed. One would think they had nothing else better to do. One would think they had no patience.
You could barely hear the timer bell for the chorus of cheers as Nana grabbed the oven mitts and pulled out the baking dishes. It was her joy to bake molten lava cakes for the grandchildren.