Prompt 8, buttermilk
Grandma hummed as she mixed up her latest dessert. Melted butter, flour, sugar, vanilla... all would combine to create a thick, moist pound cake rich enough to stand up to Kyrano's raspberry compote.
"Where's the buttermilk?" she murmured, pausing her activity. She stepped away, looking into the refrigerator. "Ah, there it is."
Measuring first the required amount, she poured an extra portion into a separate cup, then took a sip. Her expression of distaste would have been comical had anyone else seen it.
"Buttermilk is for cooking, not drinking," she declared firmly, adding the measured liquid to the stiff batter.