Last week I finally went across the street to our new neighbor’s home to welcome them with a homemade cake. Despite moving in months ago, I was quite busy and well, the least I could do was feign some interest since it was the first time we were both outside.
So, I went to the market, actually debated getting the Jewish apple cake since they’re not from around here… and placed it on a pretty plate that was given to me when I moved in.
After I wrapped it up as if it had just cooled down, I went across the street and introduced myself. “I baked this myself- there are no nuts in it so I hope you’re not allergic.”
Unfortunately for me, when I was getting undressed later that evening, I saw the label and price tag visibly stuck on my shirt.