50 Things To Do When You're Bored
Chapter 40: Bake
A.N: So how was everyone's holidays? Mine was great. My parents surprised me by getting me the Jonas Brother's Autographs :) If you have time, I would love to hear what you guys got! Enjoy the chapter! And yes, I made it a little bit longer this time.
Also, this chapter is dedicated to Ms. Alice Cullen! I can't believe I didn't realize she was requesting Hide And Seek for a while too. And a major THANK YOU to FlamingRedFox who gave me an amazing review my last chapter.
Bella
I stared at the recipe, reading everything over. I didn't want to mess anything up, or get the wrong amount of ingredients. Emmett had decided he wanted to cook today. And lucky me, I was the one who got to eat whatever creation that popped out of the oven in the end. So since I was eating it, I was making sure what ingredients went in.
We had decided to make Snicker doodles. It was simple, and easy to make. Well, easy for Emmett anyways. And I was in the sweet mood, and cookies were good enough. And anyways, they were sugar cookies with cinnamon. What's not to like?!
Ingredients
• 1/2 cup butter, softened
• 1 cup sugar
• 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar
• 1 large egg
• 1/2 teaspoon vanilla
• 1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
• 1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
"Okay, Alice, this is what we're going to need. Butter, sugar, baking soda, cream of tartar, and egg, vanilla, flour, and cinnamon. Do we have all of that? Em, we have to have the oven preheated at three hundred and seventy-five degrees," I instructed, reading off the sheet of paper.
I turned around to see Alice piling up the ingredients on the island. "Check, check, and check." She smiled up at me. "We have everything. Including two bowls, and Emmett has the oven going. What do we do next?"
"The oven is preheated," Emmett said, giving me two thumbs up. Good, we can continue.
Too bad no one else was here. Carlisle was working. Esme was out getting some more groceries. She wanted to cook me dinner tonight, so I couldn't refuse. Edward, Jasper, and Rosalie were out hunting. All of them were missing out on the fun. "We're ready, right?"
I looked down to read the instructions off the paper, reading it word for word. "In a mixing bowl, beat the butter on medium speed for thirty seconds. Add the one cup sugar, baking soda, and cream of tartar."
Alice had pulled one of the bowls in front of her. "So how much butter? A half cup, right?"
"Yep. Emmett, spoon out one fourth of a teaspoon of baking soda and cream of tarter while Alice mixes it up, okay?"
"Got that Bells." Emmett went to work, getting the right amount of ingredients. The mixers went on as Alice mixed up the butter. She hummed a tune that I recognized, while she worked. I tapped my foot along to the beat.
"Add the ingredients, Emmett," I told him. He poured the two things into the bowl. "Beat until combined, scraping sides of bowl occasionally. Beat in the egg and vanilla until well blended."
"Easy on the eggs Emmett." Alice eyed him suspiciously, while he grinned at us. He grabbed the egg softly, cracking it with one hand. Wow, I thought for a second there he was going to crack the whole thing into the batch.
I poured in the vanilla as Alice continued to mix the batch together. It splashed in, droplets landing on Emmett's arm. He picked his finger up and licked it. "Ew, this stuff is nasty. How do you eat this?" I giggled at his reaction to the sweetness.
"It's vanilla Emmett, it's really good. Pure vanilla, the stuff you just ate, is really sweet and strong. Since you guys only drink blood it probably wouldn't taste too good. It's really sweet," I explained, smelling the scent of the vanilla in the dough. The vanilla was really strong, but it smelled really good. "It smells good to me."
"Sure, sure. Bells. Too us it taste terrible," Emmett replied.
"Beat in as much flour as you can with the mixer, and stir in remaining flour," I read the instructions. "Okay Alice, you control the mixer. Emmett, pour in the flour. A little at a time."
The mixer echoed through the kitchen again. "Hah, your hands are all white," Alice remarked. I looked at Emmett's hands. They were all covered in flour as he poured the bowl in. They were a white more profound that their already pale skin. He flicked some of it off into Alice's hair and some at me.
"Hey!" We exclaimed, trying to block him. But it was no use. Little white flecks of the baking supply were in Alice's black hair. They stood out. I could see some of the flour on my hair and arms. "Thanks."
"No problem." He smirked at me, emptying the rest of the contents into the bowl that was being mixed.
"Combine the four tablespoons sugar and one and a half teaspoons cinnamon. Shape the dough into 1 inch balls and roll in cinnamon sugar mixture to coat. Place balls of dough 2 inches apart on an ungreased cookie sheet." Okay so we were almost done. "We get to shape them next!"
Alice poured in the last of the ingredients, mixing it all together. The dough was firm. It wasn't too mushy or watery. It was perfect. "Can we shape it yet?" Emmett asked excitedly.
"Yeah," I replied, pulling up my sleeves. "You didn't grease the sheet, right?"
"Yep," Alice replied, picking up a handful of dough. "I got everything covered."
I grabbed myself some of the dough and started to shape it. First I had rolled it into a ball, because I couldn't figure out what to make. Oh, I know! I am going to shape the cookie into a heart. I started shaping one of the sides as Emmett placed his cookie on the rack.
"Um, Emmett?" I asked, staring at his cookie. "Is that a bear?" It had paws and a head, but it was hard to tell since no extra details were put into it.
"Yep, it's a Grizzly. Awesome isn't it?"
"Haha Em, mines a shoe. Shoes so beat out bears," Alice commented, placing her cookie next to his. Her cookie had intricate designs. It was cut so it had a heel. Alice was a much better designer than Emmett was.
I finished shaping my heart. I dipped it in the sugar and cinnamon mix and placed it on the baking sheet. It wasn't that great, but anyone could obviously figure out it was a heart. "Man, I need a better shape, don't I?"
"No," Alice replied. "I think it's really good."
"Same here Bells, it is really good." Emmett grinned at me, chuckling. "But it so doesn't beat out my bear. My bear is awesome."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Sure it is Em, sure it is."
We continued finishing up the rest of the dough. We ended up making twelve cookies. They were all fairly large, and all of them were a different shape. We had a bear, heart, shoe, star, music note, paw print, a number one, and 'E' for Emmett, a flower, a snowflake, and a circle. But Emmett's favorite was his beloved rubber ducky which he somehow shaped together.
The cookies were in the oven, baking. "That went really well. They're going to be delicious," I remarked, washing my hands. Alice had already finished cleaning up, using vampire speed. I guess that came in handy when you didn't want to spend your time doing the dishes.
"Easy for you too say," Emmett snorted. Oh yeah, it wouldn't taste good to them. I rolled my eyes at him again. Oh well. "Well, I hope you enjoy them anyways. My rubber ducky is so going to taste the best."
"Who knows," Alice stated. "Bella is after all, the judge."
The timer went off, indicating that the cookies were ready. Alice slid them out of the oven, placing them on the cooling rack.
We all stared at them, exchanging a glance. The cookies were black. As in pitch black. They were burnt. How is that possible? We followed all the instructions, and Emmett preheated it....Emmett....
"Emmett!" I yelled. "What degrees did you put it at?"
"Three hundred and seventy-five like you told me too!" He defended. I walked over to the oven to see the degrees.
"Yeah, I said three hundred and seventy-five." I pointed to the temperature on the oven. It said a different number than I had told him. "Not four hundred and seventy-five!"
Alice sighed, picking up a cookie. It was a burnt out rubber ducky. "See this Emmett! You killed it! It's all your fault."
"What's all Emmett's fault?" A velvet voice asked from the other room. Edward, Jasper, and Rose walked into the kitchen. They looked at us, and then moved their glances to the cookie in Alice's hand. "Oh, that explains things."
Alice smiled sweetly. She just danced over to Jasper and hugged him, cookie still in her hand. "Hey Jazz, you wanna be taste tester?"
A.N: Haha, I can so see that happening. Listen, I had gotten people asking me to consider their stories for the Twilight Awards. I will read everyone that I get, but they have to follow the rules. Go to the website to read the rules.
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