June

I made you some popcorn. It’s for the way you spoke to me yesterday. It wasn’t harsh by any means, but you still managed to startle me with your percussive criticisms. I allowed the edges to burn a bit. I’m hoping some husks get caught in your teeth.

July

It was during our last quarrel that I lost my taste for potato chips. I used to power through the little cuts but... that was back when I enjoyed their flavor. You can have what remains if you’d like. I’m always bad about closing the chip bag, so they’re probably a bit stale now.

August

Happy birthday. Your cupcake’s on me. I made sure to get the one with blackberry icing – your favorite. They even topped it with a blackberry drizzle. I asked the baker behind the counter for a list of ingredients in case you’d like to make these on your own at some point. I know, I know. I’m the best! I can’t wait to play annoyed when you obsess over the recipe. It’ll be good to share a laugh with you again.

September

It’s funny... I thought you were going to buy me a cupcake this month. It seemed like an appropriate thing to do. If you’ve popped by my apartment to hang out, sorry friend, I’ll be home late. There’s last year’s Halloween candy in the cupboard somewhere if you get hungry. I know you hate pineapple Jolly Ranchers, but I guess so do the trick-or-treaters.

October

I made you a sandwich. It dropped on the floor. My dog ate it. There was no bread left to make a new one.

November

I heard you were feeling a bit under the weather. I’ll drop some coconut ginger soup by your place sometime this weekend. I’m hoping it turns out alright. My last few batches were a bit salty.

December

My shopping cart is loaded with pineapples and blackberries. I know we’re having brunch tomorrow, but I just can’t decide what to serve.