Facebook-update cancelled.

After jealously frowning at facebook statuses of “BROWNIES” with triple exclamation marks and big bold letters, that fueled my blazing stove of tolerance, it was my turn to be the elite. You know when you look at those updates with your face at 180° with the screen and your eyes making the sneaky move to read, that even English dares to play with you. The caps on brownies, the “muhaha” and the “\m/” are not just playful boos. They prompt your place in society: the ones who have brownies and the ones that don’t. I had to have my CARPE DIEM. I had to.

When the batter is in the oven and that cherubic, divine whiff diffuses into the living room, I wanted to be a cartoon! When cartoons get the fragrance of baking cakes, with closed eyes they softly flow to the kitchen in a wave-like fashion up in the air, the Arabic music taking them to their destination, I wanted to do that!

Mom’s first instruction is “Let the brownies be for a while. Let them cool”. From the time I got my first tooth, I never waited for the cake to cool, and no supernatural power was going to make me do that now. I have no idea of how people wasted 2 seconds to sit on facebook and update their status that they have brownies in front of them. I wasted not a second to sit and savor the bequest of bakery.

After enjoying a wholesome family Saturday, even Sundays should be ashamed to call themselves Sundays. It was a shopping, eating and brownie-making fiesta.

And I seized the day.