I've finally arrived safely at home with my pumpkins.
I sat down my pumpkins and thought about upcoming events. When my mind drifts to the topic of colors, today I'm feeling red and what better way to express that then a pomegranate pastry!
I preheat the oven and butter two pans. Then I prepare the pomegranates and set aside, in a different clean bowl I combine the flour, sugar, baking soda pomegranate seeds and other seasonings and spices, making sure everything is well combined. I then cream together my butter and sugar with some vanilla, pouring my creamed wet mixture into my dry flour and spices I mix 'til just combined.
Finally, I picked up the muffin pans, spooning the batter in and putting them into the oven for twenty-five minutes.
Lastly, when the muffins were almost cooled, I took each bread and coated them in a mixture of cinnamon and coarse sugar.
But it turns out that the corse sugar has replaced with hardcore drugs—-???!
I blackout.
Someone found me later that day in a puddle of my out puke, how disgustingly in character.
Dolph's pet Daogu, a little bastard cat, had put those drugs there. Dolph walks in, "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag," a drum set heard in the background. (Badum pshhh) Fade to darkness, god my eyes are failing me.
I woke up again in my puke; it's tragic. Why is this happening to me? I'm supposed to be a reliable apprentice, not in my vomit.
"Helen! Are you alright??" My teacher screamed in terror into my face. I felt horrible because whatever was in that messed me up hardcore.
"I am scared." I replied in a slur while feeling gravity's effects big time.
"It's going to be okay; I'm going to get you to a doctor, and we're going to get you checked up. So stay here for a second so I can turn off everything and close the shop." Mr. Bartlett told me while rolling me away from my vomit, then walking off to do as he said.
I laid there on my sides, feeling pretty dumb and useless. Trying not to focus on how pathetic of a situation, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.